Eloise
My heart is brittle this morning.
That foolish, ever-hopeful organ aches in my chest while he walks around the inn whistling like one of the seven fricking dwarves.
Which is all it was until he grabbed onto me with those big hands of his and took control. My knees go weak as my traitorous heart takes me back to the moment his hand twisted in my hair, yanking my head back for his hungry mouth.
It was over almost as soon as it began.
Maybe he was disappointed?
I can still hear the moan that broke from my lips. I close my eyes. Could I be more desperate?
My cheeks burn at the memory of him sending me off to my room like a naughty child. If he knew what I did once the lights were out, would he be disgusted?
I swallow my shame, remembering the disdain on my ex-boyfriend’s face when I tried to surprise him with a little show and tell. I’ll never do that again for anyone. To think I dreamed about marrying him, and he could barely stand the sight of me.
How could I not have known?
Was I so terrible at reading people?
“How are you making out over here?”
His deep voice coming from over my shoulder startles me and I leap up to my feet. “Fine!” I snap, turning away from him to hide my face.
The silence hanging between us berates me as I fervently wish for him to move away from me. He’s been nothing but kind. He even opened his home to me when I had nowhere else to go.
And he’s my contractor.
I sigh.
“I’m sorry.”
“I don’t want your ‘sorry,’” he rumbles. “I want to know what’s wrong.”
I shake my head as tears burn the backs of my eyelids. “Nothing.”
“It doesn’t sound like nothing,” he answers softly. “Is it because of last night?”
I stiffen.
He continues, “Are you still upset about Georgia?”
My shoulders slump in relief. “No, I’m good. Thank you for arranging for a temporary enclosure.”
I need him to go back to work. I don’t know how long I can logistically stand here staring at the cupboard door before it gets weird.
Weird-er.
A low growl rumbles in his big chest and hits me between my thighs. I reflexively squeeze them together.
Oh no, did he notice?
“Turn around and face me, Eloise.”
I swallow at his use of my full name. “Why?”
“Because I want to see your face when I say what I need to say.”
I need to regain control of this situation and fast. Pasting a small, hopefully polite and professional smile on my face, I slowly spin on my heel and lean back against the pantry, tipping my chin up to meet his snapping gaze.
I blink at the heat and intensity radiating off his big frame.
Leaning closer, he braces one hand against the pantry above my head and dips his handsome face close to mine. “There is nothing temporary about that enclosure.”
My eyes widen as I search his. “W-what?”
His mouth tightens, and I can’t help but remember the thrill of those firm lips moving over mine with such expertise, the feel of his tongue stroking along the velvet edge of mine.
Desire curls low in my belly.
“Oh,” I breathe.
“Yeah,” he nods, his eyebrows flying up. “Oh.”
I catch myself before I throw myself at him again. My eyebrows crash down like thunder. “What are you playing at?”
He narrows his eyes. “Playing? I’m not playing at anything?” He frowns; his eyebrows drawn down in a V.
“Oh, no?” I slap both hands against his chest and push, but it doesn’t move him even an inch. I could easily slide away, but I stand my ground. “What is all this hot and cold? Hm? You kissed me last night like your pants were on fire then sent me to bed like a naughty child!”
His eyebrows fly up and he gapes, incredulous. “Is that what you think?”
I cross my arms over my chest, combatting my tears with anger. “What did you want me to think?”
Slowly, methodically, he takes each of my wrists in his hands and unfolds my arms, placing first one, then the other, against the pantry above my head.
He moves closer, the front of his pelvis barely brushing against my tummy. It takes every ounce of self-control I have not to rub up against him like a cat.
“What you should think is that I wanted to fuck you so badly I very nearly threw you down on the forest floor.”
My breath whooshes out of me as I stare up at him.
“What I want you to understand is I wanted to give you gentle and sweet for our first time.”
I snap my mouth shut.
Our first time?
“What I’m trying to tell you is I had to fuck my own hand, twice, before I could sleep after tasting your sweet mouth.”
“Oh,” I breathe.
What I wouldn’t give to have seen that.
“Think about how that was the single hottest kiss of my entire life, and I can’t wait to repeat it.”
He felt it, too.
It wasn’t a lie.
“So, do it,” I rasp.
A deep rumble rises in his chest as he dips his knees and presses his hips against mine.
His erection presses against my tummy.
I push myself up to my tiptoes in hopes of feeling it where I need it most.
He chuckles. “Give me your mouth, Elly-mine.”
The words have barely left his lips before I’m tipping my head back and parting my lips.
He stares down at me, his face softening. “Beautiful,” he breathes, and then he brushes his lips softly, reverently, over mine.
Everything fades away.
The dogs.
The birds.
The 400 years of accumulated dust and grime.
The sweetness of his kiss overwhelms me, bringing tears to my eyes. My entire body sighs, my bones melting into the cabinet. I’m exactly where I’m meant to be.
There’s just him and me, his firm lips parting mine insistently. His velvet tongue drawing mine out to play.
He rolls his hips, and I gasp.
That growly rumble of his has me arching my back, pressing my breasts against his wide chest. I tilt my hips, my aching core instinctively moving toward the only thing that can satisfy it as he deepens the kiss.
His big fingers hold my wrists tight.
I can’t move and I don’t want to.
“Open,” he growls, licking across my bottom lip.
I do, and he dives in, stealing my breath along with my good sense. I moan into his mouth, my hands flexing as I struggle against his hold on me.
He releases me and my arms fly around his neck.
Ah, yes. Now I have leverage. I roll my small, soft body against his large, hard frame. “Mace,” I whisper before sucking his bottom lip into my mouth.
I need.
I need.
I need.
It’s riotous.
Unstoppable.
He drops his mouth to my jaw and nibbles along its curve to my neck where he delivers a trail of searing, sucking kisses.
“Flick open your shorts, Elly-mine. Let me touch you,” he mutters against my neck.
My heart leaps and the butterflies in my stomach take flight. A soft moan breaks from my lips. Never have I heard anything this hot. I’ve lost control of this whole conversation. I don’t think I can handle him, and I wouldn’t want it any other way.
Lowering my shaking hand to the button closure of my shorts, I flick it open.
Trailing a line of soft kisses up the curve of my neck, he stops at my ear. “Good girl. If you want me to dip my big fingers into your little panties and stroke that sweet pussy, slide your zipper down.”
“Oh my gosh,” I pant, my trembling fingers urging the metal zipper down as I spread my legs wide.
“Yes, baby girl,” he growls. “Spread those thighs for me.”
My head drops back against the cabinet as I stare up at him from beneath my heavy lids.
Dark eyes hold mine. The muscle in his jaw ticks as he strokes along the edge of my panties, just inside the opening of my shorts. “Do you want this?”
I nod, almost frantically.
“Give me words, Elly-mine. Tell me you want my fingers buried in your cunt.”
My jaw drops even as my hips jerk forward. “I can’t say that!”
He slowly drags that finger back and forth as his lips curl into a filthy smile. “What can you say?”
I swallow, searching for words to appease him. “I want you to touch me under my panties.”
“Good enough,” he growls. “Keep your eyes on me.”
I watch his face, serious and intent, as he dips his big hand down the front of my underwear. A look of wonder flickers over his face as his fingers find my soft curls. He smiles as I tremble beneath his fingers.
His eyes darken further. “Are you wet for me, Elly-mine?” he breathes, dipping his fingers lower.
When he finds me, he groans, his eyebrows crashing down as his jaw tightens. “So fucking wet,” he grits out.
“Please,” I manage to plea.
He spreads the lips of my sex and strokes my clit with his middle finger. “Well,” he mutters. “Seeing as you’ve been so polite about it.”
With a flick of his wrist, he slowly eases his thick finger inside me.
My whole body curls into him, my forehead meeting his chest as my hands grasp onto his biceps and begin to rock. “Mace!”
“Yes, baby girl,” he urges as his thumb finds my clit. “Roll those round fucking hips.”
My head falls back as I thrust my hips forward.
His mouth drops to my neck as he lavishes kissed over my throat to my collarbone and down into the deep vee of my t-shirt. “Want these tits in my mouth, Eloise.”
“Oh, gosh!” I pant.
I’d give them to him, I would, but I’m so close and I can’t let go of his arms.
“Please,” I beg.
Pulling back, he circles my clit first with one finger, then with two, then three. My hips jerk. I like that. I need that. I want that. More of it. More and more and more.
“You have no fucking idea the things I want to do to you,” he rasps.
I’m frantic, my hips jerking, legs shaking, breath escaping in rough pants as I squeeze my eyes shut and hang on.
“I’m—” I gasp.
“I fuckin’ feel it,” he rasps. “Give it to me. Come, baby. Come all over my hand.”
With a cry, my body combusts.
He captures my mouth, swallowing my moans as he strokes me through my release.
My heels hit the floor.
My breath slowly returns to normal.
His hand stills but he doesn’t remove it.
My eyes flicker open to find him gazing down at me, those curly eyelashes framing those dark eyes that make me melt.
He’s beautiful. So big and raw and manly.
I run my tongue over my bottom lip. “Can I, um,” I stutter. “Can I take care of you now?”
He shakes his head. “Our first time is not going to be on a dirty floor. Tonight, when we get home, I want you in my bed.”
I nod, my sated body unable and unwilling to counter anything he has to say.
“Fair warning. Once you’re in there, you’re not leaving. Ever.”
I look up at him with wide eyes.
He runs his fingers along my wet slit, stroking my sensitive flesh, making me ache for more.
My eyelids flutter shut.
With the flat of three fingers, he rubs small, slow circles, barely dipping into my opening then moving up to my clit.
I dig my nails into his forearms and tilt my hips.
Nothing has ever felt so good.
He withdraws his hand on my sharp gasp of protest.
I blink up at him in time to see him stuff those three fingers in his mouth.
Groaning around them, his eyes roll back in his head.
“Oh my gosh,” I whimper.
“Hm,” he hums, looking down at me beneath hooded lids. “You best think long and hard what you’re getting into.” He rolls his hips against mine while I shudder with longing. His voice deepens. “There’ll be no going back.”
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