I smile to myself.
“What?” he asks, his head tilting.
“I need a shower.”
I slide forward, untangling our bodies and dropping my feet to the floor.
“Do you want me to go?” Elijah asks, his voice no longer as commanding as it was during sex.
I look up into his face and see the same level of uncertainty that’s raging through my mind.
“Or you could stay,” I say, before my brain can engage.
Finding I’m tired of all the unsaid things between us.
I leave the words hanging.
Elijah’s eyes lock on mine, the question clear.
“I’d like that,” he says, his eyes twinkling.
“You could join me in the shower,” I say, as I give him a cheeky look over my shoulder as I turn towards the door to the kitchen.
Elijah quirks a brow when my lip disappears under my teeth.
“Maybe I can help clean up the mess I made.”
His eyes darken as they travel south to the stickiness of our session and where my desire coats my thighs.
I nod and quirk my brow.
“It would be the polite thing to do after all,” he says, taking a step towards me. “And my parents raised me to be a gentleman.”
I can’t keep the smirk from my face. I’m not sure Franny and Robert had this in mind when teaching manners to their children, but who am I to complain?
Without a backward glance, I take off up the stairs. I make it to my bedroom door before Elijah catches me and scoops me up around the waist. He hauls me against him, his lips once again finding my neck.
I relax into his touch.
Ooh, it’s going to be a fun night.
CHAPTER 41
ELIJAH
My mind stirs as my body regains consciousness. My stomach muscles clench, my hips rising off the mattress.
I lavish in the feeling, my eyes closed as a warm mouth and tongue continue their exploration of my rock-hard cock.
I slide my hand under the covers, finding the head of the woman who’s turned my life upside down in a matter of hours.
The covers move with her head. She takes me deep, her throat muscles squeezing my cock as she swallows around me.
“Fuck, Pen,” I hiss.
Only to feel that same mouth chuckle.
“Don’t laugh with your mouth full,” I say, regretting my words immediately when she pauses. “Please, don’t stop,” I moan, my hand tightening in her hair.
