“Eli,” she said, tracing his crewneck collar. “I've never seen you naked.”
“Easily remedied,” Eli muttered as he rolled off the couch, stood, then kicked off his shoes and discarded his sweater with one quick shrug and flick. He shot his bulging crotch a wry look, pursed his lips, and shook his head. Holding out a hand, he ordered, “Come on. Let's find the bed.”
A blush roasted her face, neck, and chest. She felt brazen standing up topless; her nipples tightened, and she couldn't quite meet his eyes.
“You're blushing all over, Steph.” He hauled her close, and she let her eyes shut when her breasts scraped the faint layer of hair covering the middle of his chest. “Feels good, honey, holding you like this. Your pointy little buds are stabbing me.”
Drawing back as her eyelids flew up, she craned her neck, and quipped, “You still have on clothes.”
“Enforced discipline,” he retorted. “I mean to make love to you on a soft, comfortable bed for hours. Once these pants are history, all bets are off.”
With that, he scooped her into his arms; she squealed and chortled, smacking his chest lightly. Distracted by the hardness under her fingertips, Stephanie explored his broad, ripped pectorals as he carried her into the bedroom.
“You're one of those hard guys in the gym, aren't you?” Fascinated by a swath of chest hair darker than the rest, she touched her lips to the spot, licked his skin, and discovered a harder ridge of flesh. “How did you get this scar?”
“Schoolyard fight when I was an aggressive teenager.” He sat on the mattress and eased her onto his lap, positioning her sideways.
“The lights are on.”
“I know, Stephanie. I want to remember every second of tonight. To see you come again while I'm inside of you.” His hand cupped her breast, the thumb idly stroking the underside.
Thick liquid trickled across her labia, slicking her inner thighs.
I'm like Pavlov's dog; he touches me, and I cream.
“Say something, Steph. Tell me how you feel. Tell me you want this as much as I do.”
Oh, Eli, when you look at me like that, I want to give you the world.
“I made Trevor in the last movie have your eyes.”
Gawd, why did I blurt that?
“Trevor the rodent?”
From his gathered brows, she guessed he didn't take it as a compliment.
“Trevor's a marmot, not a rodent, and he was the hero,” she argued.
“You love all your animated characters, don't you?” Tucking a lock of her hair behind one ear, he nibbled the corner of her lips.
She turned her head so their mouths met. “That way I could see you every day.”
“Now that's an ego boost.” His hands fumbled at the waistband of her jeans. He slipped the metal button out of its hole and yanked the brass zipper down as his tongue coaxed entry between her parted lips.
Arching her back and lifting so he could slide the denim over her legs, Stephanie explored the heated warmth of his mouth, sliding her tongue across his teeth, sweeping one cheek, touching a spot behind his upper molars that made him rumble deep in his throat. Heady feminine power revved her desire, and she slipped her hand under the waistband of his boxers.
He snagged her wrist. “Next time, honey. I'm too close.”
“Promise?”
“You're killing me.” The three words sounded rasped, and he pushed at her jeans, shoving the rough fabric over her shins, tugging them off her ankles. Wearing a pirate's grin that made her heart roll over and ache, he flung the pants to the floor. “No underwear?” His eyes squeezed shut. “Tell me you haven't done this every meeting. Tell me you wear panties to work.”
“Maybe I won't next meeting.”
“So pretty,” he growled, his fingers fluffing and petting her curls, one sliding between her thighs, rubbing up and down, back and forth. Already slippery and wet, her pussy spasmed, drenching his hand. Eli lifted her off his legs and shifted her onto the bed. His large hands curved under her bottom cheeks, and he pulled her to the edge of the mattress, her thighs hanging down the side of the bed.
“Lie back, honey.” A scalding palm coaxed her back to the soft, downy bedcover. “Relax,” he coaxed, his tongue trailing the rim of her belly button. “My way—remember?”
“Eli, I…I don't want to wait,” she protested.
“Trust me, Steph,” he said. “The waiting will be sheer ecstasy. I promise.”
The rough pads of his fingers explored her stomach, the whisper-light stroking a lightning-bolt contrast to his calloused skin. Her belly undulated, the heat inside flashing and bursting from her core; she gripped the bedspread, her hands fisting and scrunching the soft down. “Eli,” she wailed. “Eli. Please.”
He slid to the floor between her spread legs and draped her knees over his shoulders.
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