15. Elsa
Chapter Fifteen
Elsa
As I stood there, a tiny corner of my brain shouted that I was wearing a tank top and the little cotton shorts I liked sleeping in. They were soft and stretchy and so comfortable. Meanwhile, my brain also clocked that Haven was shirtless and wearing a pair of fitted boxer briefs.
Even in my sleep-hazed mind, I managed to absorb that his chest was pure muscle with a dusting of hair.
He emanated heat, and it felt as if it spun around me in a soft caress.
Sweet hell. Haven, with that dark hair rumpled from sleep and a day or two’s growth of stubble, just might have been the most delicious, sexy sight I’d ever encountered.
“Elsa,” he finally said, his voice a little ragged on the edges with sleep.
“I was just using the bathroom and getting some water,” I said, my hand still on his chest as I gestured behind me with the other one pointlessly.
Why else would anyone be out here in the middle of the night?
He nodded wordlessly, and we just kept staring at each other. I couldn’t make myself move away.
“Thanks for my get-a-job celebration,” I added, instantly feeling silly.
I stood here close to naked, inches away from him, with my hand on his chest, which was warm and muscly, and I was thanking him.
His dark eyes studied me as his lips kicked up at one corner. The following moment felt like molasses dropping off a spoon in a slow, delicious roll. He stepped incrementally closer, even though it didn’t really feel like he moved, or maybe I moved.
I could barely breathe, and my pulse was racing at a breakneck pace. So fast, I was convinced my heart might pound its way out of my chest. I could feel his own heart beating under my palm.
“Elsa,” Haven whispered as he dipped his head.
This time, when I felt the hot shock of his lips on mine, I let out a little whimper. All of me was leaning toward him.
My fingers flexed against his chest. When he slid one hand into my hair and angled my head to the side to deepen our kiss, I moaned.
In the next moment, there was no doubt he stepped closer to me.
He slid his other arm around my waist, his palm splaying just over the top of my bottom, and he brought me flush against every hard inch of his body.
I gasped into our kiss at the feel of his arousal pressing against my lower belly. My nipples were tight, and all of me was dizzy with need, with desire, with a rushing want.
I just wanted more— of this kiss, of Haven, of all of it.
I curled my arm around his waist, savoring the corded muscles along his back as he deepened our kiss, his tongue claiming my mouth, my own teasing with his.
This wasn’t my first kiss, but I’d always felt a little detached.
I’d honestly never grasped the whole chemistry thing. Kisses usually let me down.
Kisses from Haven were the opposite. This was like being dropped into sensation, a fire burning up inside me. At some point, his knee nudged between my thighs, and before I could even think it through, I was rocking my hips over his thigh.
We broke apart, our breaths heaving in the quiet room.
“Elsa.” My name fell into the space between us.
The air felt loaded, cinders drifting into that charged space, the heat building.
“Elsa,” Haven rasped again.
I didn’t quite know what I wanted, but I absolutely didn’t want this to end. Not yet.
“Tell me what you want, sweetheart.”
His words rumbled over me, and I shocked myself by saying, “You.”
He took a small step back, lifting my hips onto the counter. He rested both hands beside my hips while my legs dangled down, his eyes boring into mine in the darkness.
When he pressed hot kisses down the side of my neck, I shivered against him, his name a ragged plea. I was burning up, heat rising so swiftly inside that it felt as if my skin couldn’t contain it. My nerve endings were sparking.
Haven stilled, resting his hands on either side of my hips. “Elsa.”
I could see the glimmer of blue in his eyes in the mostly dark room with nothing more than the ambient light cast from above the stove where a small light shined. “What do you want?” he whispered.
I placed a palm on his chest, savoring the warmth. He felt alive, his body humming with electricity. I could feel the rapid kick of his heart against my palm, and relief slipped through me to discover his heart was racing as fast as mine.
“Just kiss me,” I whispered in reply.
When his lips hitched slightly at one corner, my belly shimmied.
In a fiery second, he fit his mouth over mine again, and I sighed with sheer relief, neediness, and more.
There was a push and pull inside me. The relief at finally giving in to this softened me, while the desire raced at a breakneck pace, gathering force, hurtling forward.
His tongue glided against mine, his kiss alternately masterful and gentle.
One of his hands slid into my hair, his palm dragging down.
I felt his fingers press at the base of my neck and shivered all over at the feel of it.
I couldn’t get close enough, and as the fiery seconds ticked by, I plastered myself to him.
Through the thin cotton of my tank top, a nuisance between us, I could feel the heat of his skin.
My hand slid around his waist, savoring the flex of his muscles. The hot ridge of his arousal was like a brand nestled at my core. Once again, we had to break apart to breathe.
Even though I wanted him to be air for me, I did actually need oxygen. We stared at each other in that dark room, that glimmer of light just enough to see.
“Sweetheart,” he rasped. “Tell me what you want.”
All rational thought had gone up in smoke. I couldn’t even consider all the reasons this might not be a good idea or why it might be complicated. Might didn’t even come close. It was complicated. It was beyond reckless for me to do this.
But I just wanted Haven. I wanted this. I took a shaky breath and whispered, “More.”
I surprised myself when I reached between us and dragged my palm over his length. His eyes darkened, and his breath hissed through his teeth.
“Elsa,” he growled.
He dropped his hands away from the counter, lacing one in my hair as the other curled over my hip.
“Are you sure?” His question lilted up at the end.
With a sharp nod, I bit my lip and rocked my hips against his length, slipping my hand out of the way. He drew in a ragged breath, his eyes still locked to mine.
“I don’t know if this is a good idea,” he bit out.
“It probably isn’t, but I don’t care,” I whispered, rolling my hips again.
“Let’s make one thing clear.”
“Okay…”
“If you change your mind at any point, just say so.”
I nodded. “The same goes for you.”
His low chuckle shimmered over my nerves, already sparking with desire and need.
It was a good thing I was seated because I would have simply melted right to the floor from the heat simmering inside. In a hot second, his lips were on mine again. I let out a whimper when he drew away.
“What?” I protested.
His eyes held mine as he slipped his hand on the hem of my tank top. “Let’s get this out of the way, shall we?”
I couldn’t move fast enough and almost slowed the process because he was trying to help, and we got tangled. Too many seconds later, he flung my tank top to the floor.
I let out a sigh when he stepped a little closer, and our bare skin met. My nipples were puckered tight, achy for him. He slid one of his hands down my side, his thumb brushing over the side of my breast. My pussy clenched as I gasped, arching into him.
He cupped both breasts, his eyes on mine the whole time as he teased his thumbs over my nipples. I bit my lip, trying to contain the urge to beg.
“Tell me what you want,” he repeated in a low rasp.
I felt his words down to my very toes. My toes curled, gasping. I was so overcome with sensation and need, I couldn’t even say what I wanted because I wanted everything.
As he teased my nipples, he gave me a lingering kiss. Our mouths were open, our tongues tangling, and he drew away, nipping my bottom lip, drawing it out slightly before letting it pop.
More hot, open-mouthed kisses pressed against my neck, trailing down in a lazy blaze of fire. Who knew my collarbone was an erogenous zone? I didn’t until his lips teased over it, followed by hot kisses down between my breasts.
My hips rocked into his arousal, and I was crying out, begging. Finally, his lips closed over a nipple, and I almost came from the burst of sensation, the wet suction sizzling like electricity. I felt rushed and needy.
I curled my legs around his hips and hooked my feet around his calves, rocking against him, chasing my release, until he lifted his head. “Elsa, sweetheart, slow down. I want this to be good for you.”
I stared at him. I didn’t even know what to say, so I sucked in air. His palm smoothed over the curve of my belly. He stepped back slightly as he cupped his hand over my mound, his fingertips pressing against the wet cotton between my thighs.
“One thing at a time,” he murmured.
I took a breath, trying to contain the sensation. I was teetering on the edge of a climax already.
“We can make it even better if we take it slow.”
“Oh my God!” I finally burst out. “You’re going to kill me.”
He stepped back with a low chuckle, and I felt bereft, crying out, my breath heaving in protest.
“Just a second…” He slid my hips a little closer to the edge of the counter, curling his fingers over the stretchy cotton of my shorts. He lifted me as he slid them over my hips and down my legs, and I kicked them free. I literally felt his eyes on my sex when he looked down.
My knees had fallen open again, and my pussy was throbbing. I could feel the slick moisture there.
“Oh, sweetheart,” he murmured as he teased his fingers into my wet folds.
A few seconds later, he lifted his fingers to his mouth, his eyes on me as he sucked my arousal off. My breath came in sharp pants. My mouth fell open when he dipped his fingers down into me, sinking two inside.
My hips rocked instantly. I was beyond shame, beyond anything other than just wanting this so badly. He pumped his fingers a few times before leaning down and bringing his mouth to my sex.
My hands scrambled to hold the counter. He pumped his fingers in and out, fucking me with them as he circled his tongue around my clit. I was lost as I chased my release. I didn’t even know how fast it happened, but it hit me abruptly when he gave the slightest suction over my clit.
The sensation burst through me, his name practically a prayer on my lips. He buried his fingers once more as I trembled. He slowly straightened, and his eyes locked with mine again. It was almost overwhelming how direct he was with eye contact, and I couldn’t look away.
I needed more. I needed him inside me. Now .
He stepped back. For a moment, I was confused, and then I realized he was getting a condom as he strode into the bathroom. A burning hot moment later, he tore it open and smoothed it on, protecting us both.
“Are you sure?” he asked.
I nodded, my legs still splayed open as he curled his hand around his length, notching his thick cock at my entrance. “Last chance,” he said.
“More,” I gasped.
Haven filled me in increments until he was seated deeply, and I could hardly breathe, almost climaxing again from the full, delicious stretch of having all of him inside me.
He slid his hand around, nudging my hips forward with his palm on my bottom.
The friction was incredible. With my legs dangling, my clit was pressing against him right where we were joined.
“Do you want more?”
“Please…” That was all I could say.