“Grind down, babe. Get that pussy fucking wet on my thigh. Use me to get off,” he demands in a tone that sends shivers of electricity through me. I never thought of myself as someone who would enjoy dirty talk, but then again, I don’t have that much experience.
“Eli,” I purr. There is no other word for it as I do as he instructed. My eyes never move from his dark ones. I’m drowning in those intense passion-fueled pools.
“Need to watch you, baby,” he mutters before taking my mouth with his.
I’ve made out before, but nothing like this.
Not even close.
His hands, his beautiful rough hands, tangle in my hair and pull my head back, exposing my neck to him, and I lose sight of him. Not only does his head dip down to kiss and lick and nip at my neck, but my eyes close to absorb everything he’s doing. And I don’t want him to stop. Ever.
I grind and squirm, so close to coming it scares me.
I’ve gotten myself off in the privacy of my own bed, beneath the sheets and in the cloak of darkness. But no one else has ever brought out this sexual being inside me. The farthest I have ever let things go was a quick feel of my breasts over my shirt before I shooed those hands away.
But not with Eli.
With Eli Woodman, I don’t want his hands away from me.Dios mio, I want so much more. ¡Mucho mas!
“Mas,” I whisper, and he growls. “More, just like that.” I can’t seem to shut up. “Eli, I… Ohmygod, that feels good.” I feel the drag of his teeth against my pulse point. My breath hitches in my throat as my toes curl in my shoes. When he licks the spot, something comes over me.
A small lucid moment pushes through.
Reality washes over me for a moment as I realize what I’m doing. What we’re doing. And I can’t stop myself when I freeze completely. He feels it instantly and stops, resting his forehead on my shoulder. For a moment, we stand there, both catching our breath, my hands clinging to his shirt. My eyes pinned on his chest before he lifts my face so our eyes lock.
“What? What’s wrong?” he asks, pulling his head away from my neck and putting a small amount of space between us.
“Umm…” My voice sounds shaky in my ears, slightly unsure, and he notices. His hands cup my face, and his thick thumbs stroke the apples of my cheeks. My dirty mind thinks about what those thumbs could do and how they would feel. What is my issue right now?
“Talk to me, Stella,” he urges. “Did I hurt you?”
“No,” I answer immediately, my head shaking “I just… umm, we just met, and I think, umm…”God, I’m stuttering!Everything was fine a second ago.Why am I such a prude? Why did I stop it?
“It’s too much,” he guesses. I press my lips together. Shame, I have no idea why, floods my pores. I’m twenty-five, not fifteen. Why am I stopping this when I want it? My body braces for him to be angry, for him to accuse me of being a tease like Jake the fake did.
But I should have known better despite having just met Eli.
“Baby, Stella, look at me,” he gently orders, and I realize I’ve shut my eyes. My body’s taut as I open and look into his dark ones. My knees go wobbly at everything I see there, none of it anger or frustration. My body relaxes slowly as I give him a little of my weight.
“We have all the time in the world, sweetheart, you hear me?” he says, and I lick my lips.
“I just, umm…” My face is hot, and the heat is spreading throughout my body. “Eli, you should know something about me,” I whisper softly, and the only reason I know he heard me is because his hands hold my face just a little tighter. “I’m probably… umm… I’m not probably going to be...”Why is this so hard to say?
“Stella, talk to me. Whatever it is, I got you. I got you, I promise.” His words somehow settle my heart, calming it down.“Nothing you say would freak me out or change the fact I’m right where I want to me.” God, every word from his mouth is better than the last.
“I’m almost sure that…” His head tips down, his eyes locked on mine. “I won’t be good at this,” I blurt out and wince as the words repeat in my head.
“You might not be good at what?” My eyes drop down to his chest, but he doesn’t let me look away for long. The fingers of his right hand move under my chin and pull it up to meet his dark gaze. “You might not be good at what, Stella baby?”
“Kissing. Sex. Foreplay. Oral. You name it, I’ve probably not done it,” I rush and get out, wishing with my whole heart that a huge black whole would swallow me up. I don’t look away as he processes what I just said. As it starts to dawn on him how seriously inexperienced I am.
“Are you…” I simply nod because there is no need for either of us to say it out loud. “Baby?—"
“It’s okay if you’ve changed your mind about dinner,” I cut him off, feeling mortified.
“Stop right there.” His fingers brush over my lips, and I swallow hard. “That right there, Stella, is not a possibility here. Nothing, and let me repeat,nothingcould make me change my mind about you. And knowing this sure as shit isn’t a turn-off, Stella.”
“Eli—"
