CHAPTER 9
KAYLEIGH
I sinkinto the most comfortable couch I’ve ever had the pleasure of sitting on and spread my legs wide as Elliot kneels before me.
“Take off your shirt,” he says.
I shiver in anticipation. For all the fooling around and teasing, this’ll be the first time I’m completely naked in front of Elliot Bishop. What if he doesn’t like what he sees? What if the sight of my naked curves disgusts him? I hate that I feel these insecurities. I thought I was better than this.
“Kayleigh?”
“Can’t you just eat me out like this?”
“I want to see you when I feast on your pussy,” he says. “Allof you.”
His words make me brave, and I tug the Garth Brooks shirt over my head, tossing it to the opposite end of the world’s largest sectional.
“Fuck, Kayleigh.” He lifts on his knees, reaching those warm, calloused hands to my breasts. He kneads them gently in his palms, as though he has all day. Never mind that it’s almost midnight again. I try not to think about where he was all day, or who he might have been with.
I’ve never been the jealous type, and I really don’t want to become that person now.
It’s just lust, Kayleigh.
Elliot takes one nipple into his mouth, circling his tongue around the pebbled peak as he pushes apart my thighs. I’m already dripping wet from anticipation. I wonder if it would always be this way, if I were to…stay.
“I really like your horses,” I say as he moves a hand between my legs to spread me open to him.
“From what I hear, they really like you too.”
“What?”
“You think I would leave this ranch without keeping tabs on you, sweetheart?” He moves to the other nipples as a finger lazily strokes its way through my folds. “Fuck, you’re sowet.”
“Maybe we should get a towel. I’m making a mess on your couch?—”
“I don’t care.” He inserts a finger inside me, and I nearly go blind. “As long as I’m the one making you so fucking wet, you can make a mess wherever you want.”
“Wherever I want, huh?” I mean to tease, but the words barely escape my throat as a pant because Elliot inserts a second finger into my channel. The way he crooks his fingers has nothing on that excited little dildo with its pointed edge.
“And whereverIwant.”
I grip his cheeks, desperate to feel his lips pressed against mine. For all the times this man has watched me come, I’ve yet to taste his kiss. I’m desperate for it. But any attempts to drag his face to mine are no match for his determination to move south. He adjusts me so he can rock those fingers in and out of me while dragging his tongue through my wet folds.
“Oh God,” I moan, my vision already going blurry. “I never want you to stop.”
“I like to savor my desserts, Kay. And this dessert?” He drags his tongue over my clit, locking his heated gaze with mine. “This dessert is a delicacy I plan to enjoy as long as possible.”
I watch as Elliot does exactly what he says. I’ve never experienced pleasure so fucking good. I never want it to stop, which is why, when that pleasure builds, threatening to break the dam inside me, I fight it.
“Let go, Kay,” Elliot insists.
“But—”
“If you think I’m only going to make you come once tonight, you’re sorely mistaken.”
With that promise, I surrender. I let Elliot Bishop take me over the edge, not once, not twice, but three times before he’s done with me. I’m a boneless puddle on his couch when he finally detaches his lips from my pussy. He lifts up again, gripping my chin to turn it toward his.
Finally, he kisses me.
