“What happened?”
He tilts his head to the side, lifting his arm before he wraps his fingers around the back of his neck and massages there. His eyes focus on mine, searching them as if he can’t quite figure out how to tell me what happened. We were both there, but I don’t know anything about hockey, and Clara told me what happened was fairly normal.
“I could give you a bunch of excuses, but plain and simple, I lost control.”
Pressing my lips together, I roll them a few times as I take a moment to think. I’m not sure how to respond to that. I want to tell him that he scared me, but at the same time, I don’t want him to think that I’m scared of him.
“I would never hurt you, Wrenly. Not you or Ryan.”
Closing the small distance between us, I lift my hands and cup his cheeks, feeling his facial hair between my fingers before I gently scratch down his jaw. Rising to my toes, I touch my lips to his.
“I know you wouldn’t hurt us,” I breathe against his mouth. “I was so worried you were going to be injured.”
He chuckles against my mouth, but instead of responding to me, I feel his tongue slide into my mouth, tasting me fully. My nipples harden immediately—my breasts aching for his touch, his mouth, his anything.
I close my eyes, and my entire body melts toward him. Shifting my hands from his jaw, I grip his biceps in an effort to steady myself from completely melting into a pile of goo at his feet.
Eli’s hands slide down to my ass, gripping me as he picks me up off the floor, never breaking the kiss as he does. I hold on to him tighter when he walks us around. I don’t care where he takes me. He could take me to the ends of the earth, and I would gladly let him.
Slowly, he places me on my feet again and gently nibbles my bottom lip, breaking the kiss. Breathing heavily, I look up into his eyes.
“Eli,” I rasp.
He smiles, and it’s so soft and sexy I want to kiss every square inch of him. He cups my jaw before his thumb slides across my bottom lip. “Would never hurt you, Wrenly, not fucking ever.”
My parted lips curve up into a small smile. “I know,” I say.
And I do know that. Eli has been nothing except absolutely amazing. He’s been patient and kind. I know that he could have completely lost his cool the moment he met us, and he had questions, but he was never angry. And I’m not sure I would have reacted the same way if some person appeared two years after a one-night stand and said,Surprise, you’re the father.
Eli’s fingers trail down my throat to the hem of my shirt before he gently glides it up my body, over my head, and tosses it on the floor behind me. Reaching out for his shirt, I grip it at his waist and slide it up his body.
He dips his chin as I lift his shirt over his head and drop it to the floor. I place my palm against his abs, closing my eyes slowly at the feel of his chiseled muscles beneath my touch.
God.
He’s so hard—everywhere.
Before my hands move down to his belt, he grips my shoulders and gently turns me around, his chest pressing against my back. I fight the goose bumps that threaten to consume my entire body… and I fail.
ELI
I probably shouldn’t be doing this tonight. I have a bunch of pent-up anxiety and adrenaline from the game, but she’s leaving soon, and I need her as much as possible before she goes.
I don’t know if that’s because I want her or if it’s more likely because I want her to remember me. Remember how I make her feel. I want her to leave wanting more—so much more that she comes back to me sooner rather than later.
Unhooking her bra, I let it slide down her arms. It lands at her feet somewhere before I unbutton and unzip her jeans. The moment I shove them down her legs, she steps out of her shoes, then her jeans and panties.
Wrenly stands in front of me naked, gloriously fucking naked, and I’m tempted to turn her around to face me so I can see every glorious inch of her. But I don’t because I want to fuck her from behind at least once before she goes.
I want her in every way possible.
I slide my hands around her belly and slowly glide them up, cupping her breasts. The pads of my thumbs skim her hardened nipples, eliciting a whimper from her throat.
Pinching her nipples, I tug on them gently, burying my face in the crook of her neck. My tongue slides against her skin, my teeth nipping her there. Her body trembles beneath my touch.
Slipping my hand down the center of her chest, then her torso, I feel her soft belly beneath my fingers before I glide them between her folds and feel her wetness there. Her hips roll against my touch, and I groan into her neck.
Fuck.
