Now I’m wondering.
“Hey,” a voice calls out from behind me.
Turning my head, I look over my shoulder to see Eli leaning against the doorjamb again. He looks so damn sexy when he does that, or maybe it’s the way he’s looking at me that’s sexy, I’m not sure.
“Hey,” I respond with a whisper.
“He’s perfect, you know?” he says.
My lips curve up into a smile as I turn around to face him fully. “He is. I brought his baby album. Well, what I use as a baby album, which is really just pictures I took on my cell phone and printed out before I glued them on paper. I made one for you before I came.”
Eli’s lips curve up into a smile. “We’ll look at it later,” he murmurs.
“Later?” I ask.
He takes one step toward me, then another. He stops in front of me, his eyes searching mine. Then he dips his chin slightly, and his lips brush mine before his lips shift to my ear.
“Later, baby,” he whispers.
Later seems like such a dirty word when he says it. His hands grip my waist, tugging me against his chest. I should run. It’s been two years since I’ve been with anyone. He was the last man I’ve been with, and I thought that he hated it—thought that I was terrible.
Eli’s lips slide down my throat, stopping just at the swell of my breast. His gaze lifts to mine, and then he shifts his head backward and straightens. His eyes search mine for a silent moment, although I’m not sure how quiet it is because I can hear my heart beating in my own ears.
Thump.
Thump.
Thump.
“I want you, Wrenly,” he rasps.
I’m not sure I can even breathe at those words. “You want me?” I ask.
He hums, then lifts his arm, extending his finger to touch just beneath my chin and sliding it down the front of my throat, down my chest. He stops just at the collar of my shirt when he reaches the fabric.
“I wanted you the moment I saw your social media. I wanted you the second I walked into that club. Seeing you across the room was life-altering. I just didn’t know how much,” he says.
My heart races inside my chest, pounding against my ribs. I don’t know if it’s going to actually leap out of my body or not, but I think that, at this point, it just might. Straightening, I clear my throat, unsure of what to do.
He doesn’t care that I have no clue what’s going on. He grips the hem of my shirt and slowly slides it over my body, tossing it on the floor somewhere at our feet. I shiver as goose bumps break out over my skin.
Standing in front of him wearing just a bra, I wonder if he’s disappointed in my body. If he is, he doesn’t say so. Instead, he dips his chin and touches his mouth to the hollow of my throat, then sucks on the skin slightly.
His lips travel back up my throat, making their way to my mouth. When I feel his tongue slip between my lips, I let out a moan. He does, too. It vibrates through my entire mouth, down my throat, and into my damn soul.
“Please,” I whisper.
He chuckles against my mouth. “Yeah, baby. You can have whatever the fuck you want.”
I want him
All of him.
Every single ounce.
ELI
She tastes better than she did the first time my lips were on her, and I imagined that taste every fucking night for two straight years. My hands move up her sides, then her back, unclasping her bra before I glide it down her arms.
