“Fuck.”
I looked down when Elijah lifted his face from my chest. His eyes gleamed as he looked up at me.
I hesitated then, realizing what I was doing. Oh, my God. He might be in a relationship or at the very least a friend with benefits arrangement…with my best friend’s friend. What was I doing? Oh, my God!
I stiffened and started to move off of him, reaching for the top of my dress. He gripped my ass harder to keep me in place, which ground me deeper against the hard ridge of his erection. I had to bite back a moan at the sensation. I tugged the top of my dress up, covering my bare chest.
“What is it?” he asked, his thumbs brushing the satin that draped over my hips. His fingers squeezed me gently and my clit throbbed in response. His eyes never left my face, even though my bare breasts were still partially displayed.
“You—you…” I shut my mouth and swallowed hard. I had no idea how to word this, especially since my brain was fogged with tequila. Finally, I just said, “Aren’t you with Marcus?”
For a moment he looked incredibly confused. “With…Marcus? As in…a couple?”
I pulled my bottom lip between my teeth and nodded.
The consternation on his face cleared, and he released a bark of laughter. I twitched on his lap, nearly falling backward, but his hands tightened on my hips, pulling me even tighter against his body.
Once he settled into quiet chuckles, he said, “Marcus is my cousin. Sort of. Our parents are actually cousins, but they were close as kids and then as adults. We were born within six months of each other. We basically grew up together because our parents spent lots of time together. He’s like a brother.”
I felt heat rush to my cheeks at my assumption about him and Marcus.
Elijah chuckled again. “Did I spoil your little fantasy?”
I barely caught myself before I nodded, which made him laugh louder. “Why did you think we were gay?”
The tequila was still buzzing through my bloodstream despite my embarrassment, so I sighed and answered a little too honestly, “Every time I see Marcus, you’re with him. The way you two talk to each other, it was clear you were close. And Lucy mentioned in passing that she’s never known Marcus to be in a relationship with anyone, man or woman, so I thought maybe…”
Elijah smirked at me. “That’s because Marcus is married to his job. No one else will ever measure up in terms of importance. As for us always being together—” He paused and pulled me even closer until the backs of my knuckles brushed the front of his shirt which pressed my nipples into my palms, making me shiver. “He’s always gone for work, so when he’s in Dallas, he stays with me. We hang out as much as we can, which means I end up going almost everywhere with him while he’s in town.”
Well, that made sense.
His eyes were piercing as they slowly moved down, over my neck and finally to my chest. My inhibitions were lowered from the margaritas, but I struggled not to fidget. I didn’t move as he reached up with one hand and tugged gently at mine until I lowered them to my lap, letting the dress fall back down to my waist.
With my breasts bared, I felt more naked and vulnerable than I had moments before.
“Now, before we go any further, I need you to be very, very sure that this is what you want. And by this, I mean us fucking until we pass out.”
Oh. My. God. Another shiver swept through me. “Why?” I asked, unable to think of anything else to say. Which was crazy because my body was screaming YES! Dick me down, right now!
“Because I might die if you change your mind once we start.”
I couldn’t suppress my eye roll. His hand tightened on my hair. A small burst of pain in my scalp brought my attention back to him.
“You have no idea, do you?” he asked.
“I don’t understand.”
“You are fucking gorgeous.” His mouth nipped at mine. “Sexy.” Another nip. “Irresistible.”
My body trembled in his tight hold. Whether from his words or the way his mouth nibbled at mine, I had no idea. “I won’t change my mind,” I whispered. “I want this.”
His lips traveled over my chest to my nipple, closing over the sensitive tip and sucking. I shuddered almost violently. “I need you,” I moaned.
Using his hold on me, Elijah shifted me across his lap, bringing my upper body closer to him. His mouth devoured my breasts, licking and sucking my nipples until I was whimpering and writhing on top of him. The bulge of his erection nudged my pussy, and I angled my hips until my clit rubbed against the length of his cock.
Elijah groaned, releasing my hair, and gripping both of my hips in his hands. I ground my body into him, following the rhythm he set with his hands and the thrust of his dick against me.
I gasped as a spike of pleasure speared through me. I’d never had a man touch me like this. Most of my boyfriends or lovers had been gentle. Almost too much so.
