IKNEW BETTER THAN TOread too much into Elijah’s words. He wanted to physically love me, not emotionally. There was a big difference, but not enough that I gave a fuck at that precise moment. My breasts were swollen and my clit throbbed hard enough to tip the balance in favor of pain over pleasure. I was every cliché I’d ever read in a romance novel from my aching nipples to my wet pussy, and I wasn’t about to let my brain ruin this for me.
As badly as I wanted to ride Elijah’s cock, I didn’t want to waste the opportunity my current position afforded me. I felt his gaze on my mouth and the way his grip tightened on my skull when I licked my lips in anticipation of sliding them down the length of his erection. Elijah’s eagerness radiated off his body as I leaned forward and captured the bead of pre-cum gathering at his slit with my tongue, swirling it around the velvety head, then retracting it back inside my mouth.
Elijah’s eyes snapped up to meet mine as a moan rumbled low in his throat. His cupped my chin with his free hand, applying enough pressure to open my jaw, but not enough to hurt me. I released his cock and placed both of my hands on the back of his thighs. Elijah stepped forward until his cock jutted against my parted lips, painting them with his essence. His upper body looked like cut marble and the muscles in his legs tensed beneath my hands from the restraint he exuded over himself.
He removed his hand from the back of my head and firmly gripped his shaft, feeding his cock to me slowly. I curled my tongue up slightly at the tip to tease that vein that ran from base to crown.
“Maegan,” Elijah said huskily. “You feel so good.” He hadn’t seen anything yet. I channeled every gay porn video I’d ever watched and worked his cock like a champ, savoring every grunt and groan I elicited from him. Looking at us, one would think that Elijah was the powerful one in our dynamic, but I ruled him from my knees and had the power to bring him to his. That knowledge was a heady thing and I laved, licked, sucked, and savored every second that he was in my mouth and every response I garnered from him spurred me on.
It was easy to lose myself in him because every single thing about the man, from the natural, masculine scent of his skin to his ripped body, drove me wild. It felt like our bodies communicated in their own special language when he was inside me. It was thrilling in both beautiful and terrifying ways; like he could either heal or destroy me if I let him.
Lust and need glittered in his dark gaze as Elijah approached the point of no return. He pulled his cock from my mouth and pushed his jeans down to his knees and gravity took it from there. He stepped out of his jeans and kicked them out of the way leaving him in nothing but a pair of black socks. Not even Elijah could pull off that look, so I slid my hands down his legs and removed his socks so that we were both naked.
I turned off the water and said, “Our bath is ready.”
“Ladies first,” Elijah said.
“Huh uh,” I replied. “You sink down in there and I’m going to sink down on your cock.”
“Jesus, Freckles.” Elijah reached for a condom and quickly suited up before he eased into the water.
I sounded confident, but the truth was I had never attempted bathtub sex before and wasn’t one hundred percent sure it would work. I’d be damned if I showed Elijah that though. Luckily the tub was deep enough so that it came up to his mid-torso, leaving his carved upper chest on display. I couldn’t wait to run my hands over his pecs, tease his nipples, and grip those massive shoulders while I…Stop daydreaming and get to living.
Elijah held out his hand, and I accepted it as I stepped into the tub. Not only was the tub deep, it was wide enough to accommodate me comfortably when I straddled his thick thighs. It wasn’t exactly where I wanted to be, but I felt the need to draw out our pleasure even more. I took the hand that held mine and placed it against my upper chest near my collarbone.
“Touch me, Elijah.”
I expected him to go straight for one of my breasts since he was so fond of them, but he surprised me by gliding it slowly down the center of my body beneath the water line until he reached my bare pussy. He turned his wrists and slid two fingers inside me, hooking them while covering my mound with his palm. He pulled his arm back slightly, tugging me toward him playfully.
“You’re too far away, Freckles. Come a little closer.”
“Says the Big Bad Wolf,” I replied coyly, but slid up his legs until I felt his hard-on brush my inner thigh.
“Let’s not pretend it isn’t exactly where your greedy cunt wants to be,” Elijah told me. “Fuck me like you mean it.” Elijah released my pussy and leaned back against the tub, propping his arms on the sides. “Take what you want, baby.”
I gripped his cock at the base and lowered myself on his turgid rod. My head felt too heavy to hold up so I let it fall back, closing my eyes and just savoring the way he made me feel. I braced my hands on his shoulders and began to move, slowly at first because it was too amazing to rush. The water lapped against the sides from the waves my undulating hips made, going higher and coming faster as I gave in to the passion rising through me.
“You are so beautiful.” Elijah’s words snapped me out of my sensual trance and I opened my eyes to meet his hot gaze. He touched me then, and not just with his hands. I felt him in my soul. I was in so much trouble, but it had never sounded or felt so fucking good. Elijah took a breast in each of his hands, flicking his thumbs over the tips of my nipples. His jaw tightened as arousal threatened to pull him beneath the current with me. God, I wanted to make him lose control with me. I placed my hand over his and moved them down to hold my hips beneath the water line. I pressed my breasts against his chest and rocked up and down his length faster. Elijah captured my mouth in a hot, hungry kiss, catching my gasps of pleasure on his tongue. The friction created by rubbing my sensitive nipples against his chest hair and grinding my swollen clit against his washboard abs sent me spiraling into a hard orgasm. My pussy contracted around his cock, milking his orgasm from him at the same time.
My body shook and trembled as pleasure rippled through me. Elijah kissed me through it, never taking his mouth from mine until I collapsed against his chest in exhaustion. He rubbed his hand up and down my back, and maybe it was wishful thinking, but he seemed content to hold me tight against him. All the emotions from earlier in the evening, the ones I could ignore while my body demanded satisfaction, flooded my brain causing me to shiver hard. I wasn’t cold, in fact, I was the furthest thing from it; I was frightened.
“I got you, Freckles. Please believe me.” I lifted my head and looked into his eyes. “Let me feed you and tuck you into a warm bed so we can say goodbye to this day. Tomorrow is a new day, and I’ll move heaven and earth to solve this case and eliminate the danger to you. Say you believe me.”
I could tell how much he wanted me to trust him, and I suspected there was a clue somewhere in his words that explained the aloofness I saw in his eyes at times. I hoped to unravel all his mysteries, but it would need to happen another day because it would require more energy than I had to give after a trying day and an earth-shattering climax.
“I believe you, Elijah.”
“Atta girl, Freckles.”
“What do you feel like watching?” Elijah asked as he scrolled through the cable guide on his screen.
“I’m not picky.” I blew softly on the spoonful of savory stew in front of my lips. “I’m mostly interested in the food.”
“Since you already had your way with me,” Elijah teased. “How about this?”
I glanced up and sawThe Notebookhighlighted. I set my spoon back in the carton, placed it on the coffee table, and pinned him with a menacing glare. “Are you asking because I’m a woman?”
“Um…”
