“It’s easier if I just show you, Sweet Girl,” his voice is husky and thick with barely contained desire. “I just need the words.”
“Please, Elwood,” I whisper.
Because I want all the grief, the pain, the sadness, to disappear. The only thing I want to feel is accepted and safe. For some reason, I know Elwood won’t disappoint.
CHAPTER 6
ELWOOD
I’ve never seen a sexier sight than the one in front of me right now. My woman is naked with water cascading down over her body. When a droplet slides down from her collarbone and over the swell of her breast to roll down her hard nipple and fall to the floor, it moves in slow motion. It’s a taunt. A tease.
Fuck.
I’ve never wanted someone the way I want this woman.
As much as I want to snatch her into my arms and press her against the tile of the shower before plunging my length inside of her, it would be my undoing. I’m not about to be a two-pump chump. Not with my woman.
She’ll know blinding pleasure before I even think about chasing my own release. I’ll always make sure she comes before me. At least once, maybe more.
Hollyn is so tough. She wears it like armor. But I can see the sweetness underneath all of that. I can feel the loyalty she has.
It was coming off her in waves when she was telling me about Hillary and their road trip. She’s boiled down her entire purpose to this road trip and honoring her friend. If that’s not the kind of loyalty everyone deserves, then I don’t know what is.
My hand is shaking as I move it toward her, which shows just how much I’m holding myself back. It would be easy to give in, too easy. The moment my fingertips touch her soft skin, I let out a groan of approval from deep in my chest.
I move my fingers up her arm and over her shoulder until I can slide my hand down over her back and pull her flush against me. My cock throbs at the sensation of being trapped between us. She’s warm and soft, a temptation I can’t wait to indulge in.
She gasps as her hard nipples dig into my skin. The way she blinks up at me contains a hint of wonder which has pre-cum leaking from the tip of my cock.
“You don’t think you’re sweet,” my words are husky as they fall between us, “but I know your pussy will be the sweetest I could ever indulge in.”
I slide my hand over her hip, goosebumps forming on her skin everywhere I touch. The softness of her skin is tantalizing. As her green eyes glaze over, our chests start to rise and fall in time with each other.
It’s all I can take.
I feel the snap in the middle of my chest.
The moment our lips touch, the kiss becomes a feral thing held together by lips, teeth, and desperation. For her. For each other.
My hands slide around her hips to grip her ass. Then she’s up and in my arms as I turn to press her against the tiled wall.
“Are you wet for me?” My words are a rumble, pulled from me as I keep our hips apart just enough.
“Yes,” her breathy moan has me closing the distance between our bodies completely.
The hard length of my cock slides between her pussy lips and the heat of her has me hissing and clenching my jaw. But that’s not all I feel. Evidence of her arousal coats the underside of my shaft and my cock throbs.
“You’re dripping,” my words are murmured against her lips.
When a mewling sound comes from the back of her throat, I swallow it down while my tongue plays with hers. Her attitude, all sweet sass, comes through in the way she kisses me back. It’s sexy as fuck.
“I want to taste you,” I groan, my mouth sliding along her jaw and down her neck. “Damn it, Sweet Girl.”
The warning in my words is clear along with the way my fingertips dig into her. She moans, her hips moving back and forth.
“I don’t think I can wait that long to feel you inside of me,” she breathes out with a desperation I feel curl around me to sink into my skin.
“Shit,” I grit out, my jaw clenched. “You can’t talk about my dick.”
