“If not, when I run to town to get us food, I’ll grab something.”
“You… what?”
“You’re tired, baby,” I note as I set the box of her belongings on the couch Camila left behind. A couch that seriously needs to be retired. “I’ll go get us dinner and a movie and some curtains.”
“If you’re tired, we could always resched?—"
“Nope,” I say, the ‘p’ popping at the end. She blinks. Damn, I want to know every thought rushing through her head.
“You sure? I kinda put you to work. Not to mention drive up and down the mountain to get my car and—" I stop listening. I can see my little talk before she stepped into my brother’s place didn’t stick. I walk up to her and can’t help myself. I pull her curvy frame into my larger, harder one. Fuck, she’s soft. So damn soft and sweet. The shaky handle I have on my control when it comes to her dissolves.
There is no way I do anything but kiss her.
Right there, in the middle of the living room, my lips touch hers, and I suddenly, for the first time in thirty-four years, know what it’s like to be alive.
Truly and really alive.
My heart thumps louder, harder. With actual purpose.
I don’t maul her, even though I want to. The kiss starts off tender. Gentle. Giving her plenty of opportunity to push me away. But she doesn’t.
Her hands clench my tee as she lifts her body to the tips of her toes to get closer, pressing her beautiful full breasts against my chest. Fuck! I can feel the pebbled nubs of her nipples against my front despite the layers of clothes separating us.
She opens her mouth for me, silently giving me permission to deepen the kiss, and I don’t hesitate. My tongue sweeps intoher warm mouth. Her taste blossoms on my tongue, and a sound escapes from both of us. Hers is the sweetest moan to ever fall upon my ears, and mine is a low and deep sound I’m sure I’ve never made.
One that sounds like the beast she’s brought to life.
I pull away. We’re both breathing hard, inhaling one another’s air. I take that moment to soak her in. Her eyes are still shut, fanned over the prettiest golden-pink hue that covers her olive cheeks. Her full lips are parted, swollen from mine. My heart flips on its side as her tongue peeks out to swipe at her lower lip, and a deep part of me gets off knowing she can taste me.
I’m close to losing my mind.
I pick her up, and she squeals as her hands round the back of my neck. I walk us over to the closest wall and gently press her against it. Push my thigh between her legs as I bend my body to cage her in, loving the way her hand moves up my shoulders and cups my face while the other one moves into my hair. I’m making deep sounds I don’t recognize, but she doesn’t seem to be freaked out by it, so I don’t try to stifle them.
One of my hands finds the back of her thigh and the other dives into her hair. I need to feel her even closer. My lips take her harder this time.
Rougher.
Wilder.
Wet.
My control is as rocky as the Grand Canyon at this point.
The heat between her legs radiates against my thigh, and I’m hard enough to pound nails. She rolls her hips, and her breath hitches as she rubs herself on me.
My little sweet Stella needs relief.
Relief she will only ever find with me. Each and every one of her orgasms will belong to me if I have anything to say about it.
6
STELLA
“Eli!” I gasp as my head hits the wall behind me. I have no idea how I’m still standing, but I am.
Kissing Eli feels amazing. His mouth on my neck sends zings of electricity through my body. Just him kissing me has me on edge, ready and needy to come. I might be a virgin, but I know how to get off. Which he’s about to do with just his knee between my thighs and kisses.
My sight’s blurry with lust and an ache I have never, ever felt. An ache so big, I didn’t know anything could feel this way. Need blossoms through me like a wildfire. I’m ridiculously wet. All from a kiss. No, that isn’t right. This isn’t just any kiss. Kissing Eli is life-altering, mind-blowing beauty. Like standing in the eye of a hurricane, and you knew life will never be the same after you get swept up in its power.
