Chapter 33
Chapter Thirty-Three
Finding a soaking wet Daisy on his front step in the middle of the night was definitely not how Elliot saw his day ending. She’d dropped him off at his house a few times over the past few weeks, but she’d certainly never shown up in the middle of the night.
He’d just taken Goldie out to pee again, for the fourth time tonight, when he heard the knock.
‘Hi,’ she breathed when he opened the door, a crack of thunder and a flash of lightning lighting up her face in the darkness. Her eyes were huge, her wet hair sticking to her cheeks, but he couldn’t read her expression.
‘What’s wrong? What happened?’ Alarm bells were going off in Elliot’s body. Why was she here? Was she hurt, sad, scared? A million insane scenarios raced through his head. Luckily, Goldie had fallen back to sleep or she would have been barking like crazy, only adding to his fear.
‘Nothing’s wrong. I just … I need your help.’
‘Anything.’ He didn’t hesitate. He’d do anything she asked.
Her face split into a grin.
‘I know how to break the curse.’
‘Daisy, you’re not—’
‘Just shut up and kiss me,’ she said, flinging herself at him, her arms coming around his neck.
He hoisted her up, and she wrapped her legs around his waist as he backed them both into the house.
He leaned against the closed door and her mouth found his, frantic and hungry.
She kissed him like she might never get another chance.
He let her, meeting her with his own breathless need, until she slowed down, her kisses becoming deep and languid.
He pulled away just enough to ask again,
‘What’s going on?’
She kissed him again, a few small pecks on his lips, jaw, cheek, before unwinding herself from him.
‘I was reading the diary.’
He waited for her to go on, realizing she was still dripping wet and now she was shivering.
Well, he couldn’t have that. Whatever she had to tell him could wait until she was dry and warm.
He took her hand and led her to the bathroom, wrapping her in a towel.
He hugged her close, rubbing his hands up and down her arms until she stopped shaking. She let her forehead fall against his.
She didn’t elaborate on what she’d read.
‘I don’t want to be afraid of this anymore. I want you, Elliot. For real. In all the ways.’
Her gaze when it met his was so open and hopeful. It matched every way he felt inside. They were a match.
He kissed her, savoring her this time. The feel of her lips, the slide of her tongue, the taste of her—like the peppermint tea he knew she drank before bed. He catalogued it all.
‘I want it all with you, too, Daisy.’
She smiled, sweet and soft, until something else flickered in her eyes, something like want. And then the full meaning of what they’d just confessed crashed into him.
‘So … like now?’ Daisy teased. ‘We could have it all right now…’
‘God, yes.’
‘Good.’ Daisy dropped the towel, and it was then that he really got a good look at what she was wearing: her tiny sleep shorts with what was now a nearly see-through white T-shirt that had been soaked by the rain. The one time she wore white…
‘Jesus, Daisy,’ he choked. ‘You were outside like that?’ The shirt clung to every delectable curve, every peak and valley. He could see everything. His cock was already so hard, he didn’t know how he was going to survive the night.
She glanced down at herself, her cheeks turning a delicious pink. ‘No one saw me.’ She looked up at him again. ‘Except you.’
His breath came out in a shuddering exhale.
She was shivering again.
‘Are you cold?’
She shook her head. ‘No.’ Her hands trembled as she peeled the shirt from her body. ‘I just need you.’
And there she was, Daisy, his Daisy, topless in his bathroom, shaking and telling him she needed him. And fuck, did he need her. Every bit of nervousness he’d had about this moment was burnt up by that need. He stepped closer, cupping her face in his hands.
‘I’m here. Tell me what you need. Anything.’
She whimpered as his hands trailed from her face down the sides of her body, tracing her. Goosebumps pebbled in the wake of his fingers.
‘Yes,’ she whispered. ‘Touch me.’
Her words made him bold, brave. He let his hand splay across her bare stomach, her ribs, the underside of her breast. Her breath hitched.
‘Do you want me to touch you here, Daisy?’ His voice was low, raspy. Desperate.
‘Yes.’ Hers was the same.
He wrapped an arm around her, keeping her close, trying to stop her trembling while his other hand cupped her breast, lightly at first, a barely-there touch, his thumb grazing her nipple. They were both trembling now as he touched her, listening for every gasp, every sigh.
He dipped his head and kissed her as he explored, letting his hands rove freely over her body, the dip in her waist, her gorgeous ass. Everywhere he hadn’t dared to touch her the last time they did this. This time he wasn’t holding anything back.
He wanted more. He needed more of her.
‘Come with me.’ He grabbed her hand and she didn’t hesitate, followed him down the hall to his bedroom. ‘Take off the rest,’ he said and her eyes widened.
He felt hot all over like he was burning from the inside out.
‘Please, Daisy. Take off the rest.’
Thunder rumbled in the distance; rain pelted against the window. Elliot held his breath as Daisy peeled off her shorts and underwear.
‘Daisy,’ he groaned. ‘You are…’
‘The prettiest girl in town?’ she said with a smirk, teasing him even as she stood in front of him naked and gorgeous.
He laughed and scooped her into his arms. ‘In the entire fucking world,’ he said, his lips pressed against her hair.
She sighed and he held her until they were kissing again, his hands full of her. The soft skin of her back, the curve of her ass, those perfect breasts pressed against him. He felt so … honored to be allowed to see her like this, to touch her, to taste her.
He pulled away, panting. ‘Daisy,’ he rasped, struggling for control. It had been so long. So long since he held someone like this, since he’d had someone’s skin pressed against his and now that it was Daisy he held in his arms, he could barely keep himself from falling apart completely.
‘You okay?’ she whispered, her eyebrows knit together.
‘It’s been a really long time,’ he confessed with a wince. ‘And I’m trying really hard not to embarrass myself.’
She ran her hands down his arms. He was still dressed, wearing the Cornell T-shirt and sweats he’d worn to bed.
Her fingers trailing down his forearms set off sparks in their wake.
Christ, he was going to come from Daisy touching the inside of his wrist. The hair tie was still there, and she traced it with her finger.
‘Don’t be embarrassed,’ she said. ‘It’s been a long time for me, too. Well, since before you made me come on your fingers … it was a long time.’
‘Daisy,’ he ground out, grabbing her wrist and stopping the tracing of her fingers, needing her to understand. ‘I’ve only ever been with one other woman.’
She stopped and stared. ‘Total?’
‘Yes.’
‘But what about—’
‘One woman, Daisy. You are the second woman I’ve seen naked. Ever.’
‘Jesus,’ she breathed.
‘I only know what she liked … I don’t know…’ He didn’t know what he wanted to do first, he didn’t know if he could please her again. He didn’t know…
‘I have an idea.’ Daisy dropped to her knees in front of him and Elliot nearly dropped dead.
‘What are you doing?’ he choked.
‘Taking the edge off.’ She looked up at him, her amber eyes sparking in the dim light of his bedroom. She tugged gently at the waistband of his pants. ‘This okay?’
Was it okay? Was it okay that the woman he’d accidentally fallen in love with, the woman he dreamed about every damn night, was on her knees in front of him? Her cheeks flushed pink and her lips swollen from kissing him. It was more okay than anything in his life had ever been. Ever.
‘Yes,’ he managed to get out of his quickly closing throat.
‘I’ll be gentle.’ Daisy winked at him before pulling his sweats down.
He kicked them aside. He was about to tell her she really didn’t have to do this, but the way she was looking at him, pupils blown wide, her nipples tight, her thighs pressed together, he thought maybe she wanted to do this.
In fact, she looked eager to do this. ‘Wait,’ he said, and she paused in her efforts to get his underwear off.
‘Your knees.’ He grabbed a pillow from the bed and laid it on the floor.
She stared up at him, a mildly shocked expression on her face. ‘I’m going to make you come so hard.’
He let out a surprised laugh. ‘That’s a given. God, Daisy, I’ve never been this hard before. It’s never been like this before.’
She leaned forward and kissed his stomach before pulling his boxer briefs down over his thighs. Elliot groaned in anticipation. His legs trembled beneath Daisy’s hands.
‘Damn, Elliot,’ she said, giving him a little grin.
‘What?’
She shook her head. ‘It’s just always the ones you least expect to be so…’
‘So what?’
‘Well endowed,’ she said with a smirk before taking him in her mouth and frying any remaining brain cells he had to consider that comment.
Daisy’s mouth.
Warm.
Wet.
Tight.
It was all he could think. His entire world came down to the feel of Daisy’s mouth wrapped around him, her hand tight around the base of his cock until she could take him further, deeper.
His hands went to her head, fingers threading through the still damp strands. She hummed a little and Elliot nearly blacked out.
‘So good, so good,’ he murmured, unable to express any other thought.
This wouldn’t take long at all. He was wound so damn tight and Daisy’s mouth was so good, too good.
And all her little hums and moans and whimpers while she sucked and licked, Christ, never in his life had he experienced something this incredible.
He couldn’t wait to return the favor.
Daisy was right. They’d get the edge off, and then he’d lay her down and find out every way to make her feel exactly like this, like she was melting, burning. Igniting.
A flash of lightning lit up the room, thunder rumbled through him.
‘Daisy,’ he groaned. ‘Sweet Daisy, you’re so good, so good…’ He was rambling, words tumbling out of him. ‘So perfect, you look so beautiful like that, so … fuck … I need to…’
Her gaze met his and he came so hard his body shook, his hands trembled in Daisy’s hair. He may have left his body for a minute, but when he returned to it, Daisy was smiling at him as she stood.
‘Feel better?’ she asked.
Elliot shook his head, panting and wrung out. A frown crossed Daisy’s face.
‘That was incredible,’ he said, picking her up and laying her on the bed. ‘But I won’t feel better until you feel the same way.’ He was determined now, a man possessed by the need to pleasure this woman. ‘You’re going to tell me anything you need me to do to make that happen, okay?’
‘Okay,’ Daisy whispered, looking at him in disbelief.
He crawled up her body and planted a kiss on her swollen lips. ‘That was the hottest thing that has ever happened to me,’ he assured her.
Her mouth curved into a smile. ‘Good.’
He kissed her again. He couldn’t seem to stop. ‘Spread your legs for me, Daisy,’ he whispered against her ear. ‘Let me lick you. Let me help you take the edge off.’
She let her knees fall open, cradling him between her thighs.
He was propped up on his forearms, surrounding her, holding her while they kissed, breathless, needy kisses.
He was already getting hard again, but this time he could last, this time he would make Daisy feel how much he wanted her, how much he loved her.
He tore himself away from her mouth, mapping a path down her body with his lips and tongue and teeth. He nipped and licked at her nipple and she gasped, squirming beneath him. He did it again, savoring her reaction, but when he moved to continue his journey, she tugged him gently by his hair.
He looked up.
‘More of that,’ she said, cheeks flushed and Elliot grinned.
‘Gladly.’ He sucked at Daisy’s breast, teasing the nipple with his tongue and teeth, until her back bowed off the bed.
‘Elliot,’ she gasped. Her fingers tugged at his hair, digging into his scalp.
‘What? Tell me.’
‘I need to come. Please.’
He needed that, too. More than anything. He repositioned himself between her legs.
‘Like this?’
‘Yes.’ She gasped as he bent his head and licked, firm, flat strokes until her thighs were quivering in his hands, and she was moaning his name.
‘Like that,’ she gasped. ‘Like that, like that, like that…’ she chanted it until her voice broke and she screamed out his name.
And nothing had ever tasted better than Daisy coming on his tongue.