Chapter 62
CHAPTER
SIXTY-TWO
ELODIE
I tremble standing in front of him, wrapped in a towel. I can’t stop thinking about what he said just a few moments ago, that the only thing he wants to eat is me.
I want that, too.
Like, a lot.
Like, right now.
Thankfully, he doesn’t make me wait too long. He walks straight for me, and only a few steps close the distance between us. I expect him to wrench the towel off me, but he doesn’t.
Instead, he doesn’t touch me at all.
My breathing comes out ragged, my chest rising and falling as I try to calm myself down, wondering what he’s going to do. But I don’t have to wonder long. Slowly, he begins to strip his clothes from his body, almost as if he’s giving me a show instead of the other way around.
Though I doubt he realizes he’s doing it. He’s just taking everything off, and I’m just that mesmerized by him that it turns me on. I know for a fact that I’ve never felt this way around a man before in my life.
Coast is the only one. It doesn’t matter that he’s almost twice my age. It doesn’t matter that he’s lived a whole life before I was even born. None of it matters because he’s the one. I know deep in my soul that he is.
Pressing my thighs together, I squeeze them as I wait with excited anticipation for what is going to happen next. His gaze searches mine before he dips his chin, and I feel his lips touch my own.
His fingers gently wrap around the knot of the towel that’s firmly tucked into the center of my chest before he pulls it loose. He lets the towel drop to the floor at our feet. My breath hitches when the cool air of the room brushes against my warm skin.
My fingers glide down the muscles of his abs, feeling every ridge there. My eyes follow the path, hesitating slightly before I curl my fingers around his length and gently begin to stroke him there. I want him inside me.
He makes a tsking sound and takes a step backward, causing my hand to fall from his length. A noise escapes my throat, and I didn’t realize it came from me, but it’s a whimper or a cry, I’m not sure.
“I’m not ready for this to be over. Not yet,” he mutters before he walks past me, his lips twitching into a smirk.
I turn around, watching him move toward my bed.
He stops at the side before he turns his head and looks over at me.
Here I am, standing completely naked in front of him, watching, wondering what I’m supposed to do while at the same time trying to catch my breath, because I’m finding it increasingly difficult to breathe the longer I look at him.
“Coast?” I call out softly.
He motions for me to come closer to him. My feet carry me to his side, and he turns to face me completely. Tipping my head back slightly, I look up at him, holding my breath as I watch him, waiting for whatever it is he’s about to say to me, instruct me, or whatever it is that’s coming my way.
“What do you want, baby?” he asks, his voice rough and sensual.
“You.”
It’s all I can say, the only thing that comes out, just that single word. He chuckles softly, laughing as if he thinks I’m cute. Maybe I am, I don’t know, but what I do know is that I want him inside me.
Any part of him.
I don’t even care. I just want him.
Then, before I realize what’s going on, he’s picked me up.
I grip his shoulders as he turns so that the backs of his knees are at the edge of the bed.
I open my mouth to ask him what’s going on, but I don’t get a word out because he speaks, and my heart races against my chest, threatening to burst from my ribs and leap out and onto the floor.
“I want you on my face,” he murmurs.
“Coast,” I breathe.
He hums, wrapping his fingers around my hips, and then sits down—dragging me across his chest, positioning me exactly where he wants me. Before I can even wrap my head around what’s going on, his mouth is on me.
I lift my ass a little higher, my thighs already trembling, but I guess that’s not what he wants. He pulls me back down, his tongue swirling my clit before he moans. His scruffy beard is rough against my thighs, but I can’t deny that it also feels amazing.
A few seconds go by, and I forget that I’m actually sitting on his face. I feel his hands move from my hips to my ass. He grips the cheeks, his fingers holding on to me tightly as I begin to move.
Whatever hesitation I had, it’s over now.
I just feel. And feel and feel. Climbing higher with each roll of my hips against his mouth.
The sensation of his scruff, the way his tongue moves against my clit, every second I inch closer and closer to the edge until I fall over, tumbling headfirst with a cry that bounces off the walls around us.
My thighs shake, and every single cell in my entire body trembles as I come. It’s hard and fast, and before I can gather my thoughts or my breath, I’m flipped over onto my back. I let out a whoosh of air.
He climbs over me, gripping the backs of my thighs, pushing them back so that my knees are pressed against the mattress next to my shoulders.
I didn’t know I could bend like this. He buries himself deep inside me, his gaze focused on mine.
He doesn’t look anywhere but at me. His light-brown eyes focus solely on mine.
I’m not just the only person in the room. I’m the only person in the world, at least that’s how he makes me feel, not just when he’s inside me, but when he’s anywhere near me. Lifting my hands between us, I cup his cheeks, feeling the coarse hair there.
As I glide my thumb across his bottom lip, I don’t look anywhere but into his eyes. I focus on him. There is nobody else in the whole world but him to me. He doesn’t fuck me hard and fast. He takes me slow, his hips rolling.
“Fuck,” he hisses. “Fuck, baby.”
Fuck is right—absolutely right.
And fuck is what he does… expertly.