Emma
This is surreal.I’m sitting on my sofa in my living room pretending to eat the pizza that Eli ordered for us. Netflix is playing some movie on the laptop in front of us, but all I can think about is Eli’s hand resting on my upper thigh. That and the fact the lights are off, and my roommate decided to go to the library.On a Saturday night.
But I digress.
I’m doing what the kids refer to as Netflix and chilling. With a guy. And not just any guy. WiththeEli Baxter. With the Eli Baxter who says he wants to be more than friends. Withme.
See what I mean? Surreal.
“Do you like the movie?”
I’m jerked from my thoughts about how big his hand is and the fact that he’s started gently stroking it up and down my leg. “Huh?”
“I said, do you like the movie?”
“Oh, yeah.Loveit.”I like his hand on my leg more.I nod like my life depended on it.
“How ’bout the pizza? You like that too?”
I just keep on nodding. “Mm-hm. Delish.”
“You haven’t taken one bite. Not one.” The smirk on Eli’s face says it all. “And you haven’t been paying attention to the movie. I’ve asked you several questions and you’ve ignored me.”
“Oh.” I smile to buy myself some time. “It’s because I’msointo it.”
His palm leaves my thigh and moves to my face and rests on my cheek. “You’re a terrible liar.” I watch him move closer until his lips touch mine. It makes me forget about the paper plate holding my pizza slice in my lap. Turning, I feel it slide off onto the floor, but I couldn’t care less.
Wrapping my arms around his neck, I pull myself closer to him. His warm hand moves from my face to wrap around me to my lower back until we’re pressed together. His heart is beating almost as hard as mine is.
“Em,” he whispers in my ear. I feel his hands move up and down my back. When one of them slides forward and over my breast, I squeak. One of his fingers sweeps across my nipple, which makes a moan escape. A sound I’ve never made in my entire life.
“This okay?” he asks as he does it again until my nipple is hard as stone.
“Yes,” I hiss as he does it several more times. It makes me want to bite him. So I do. Not hard, right below his ear.
“Shit.” Eli moans this time. “Yeah. Bite me.”
I do it again in the same spot, then take his earlobe in my mouth and nibble.
“Fuck.”
I’m on my back on the sofa before I even know we’re moving. His hand moves beneath my T-shirt until it rests on my bra-covered breast. With a tug, I feel the cup of lace being pulled down and his hand sliding gently over my exposed nipple.
“Eli,” I pant.
“This okay?”
I like that he asks me if what he’s doing is all right with me. “Yes.”
His mouth covers mine in a kiss so heated, I want to melt. I think I might. I touch him too. Down his back, over his firm butt, then back around to his chest and stomach. Every part of him is hard and muscled. I’m tempted to move my hands lower, but I’m not ready. Cool air hits my stomach and I realize he’s pulled my top up. I should stop him.
“God, you’re so fucking pretty.”
Well, shoot. I should stop this, but when his mouth latches onto that same nipple he was touching a few moments ago, I’m in no state to tell him to stop because I never want it to end.
The second I hear a key in the lock in the front door, I’m both sad and a little relieved. “Shoot.” I quickly move to a seated position while pulling down my shirt. I look over as Eli does his best to get situated too. He’s doing it gingerly. When I see his pants and the tent in the front, you know, crotch region, I realize his issue. Reaching to my left, I grab a pillow and toss it into his lap which generates a yelp from him.
“Sorry.”
