“I am. A little. What do you have?” They hadn’t been together under any normal circumstances. Was this supposed to be normal?
“Cheese, crackers, some grapes…a little ham.” He pulled some deli wrapped packages out and placed them on the table. “I also have some Perrier, is that okay?”
That was great. She’d taken one of her antibiotics earlier and wasn’t supposed to have any alcohol. Maybe he knew this too. Probably the pharmacist had given him instructions. “That sounds perfect.”
He took her by the hand and pulled her to one of the chairs. “You sit down. You’ve been on your feet all night.” Grabbing two paper plates, he laid out a perfect assortment of snacks, twisted open two bottles of water and then sat across from her. “How do you feel tonight?”
Sincerity shown from his eyes. “Much better.” She popped a grape in her mouth. This was nice. Not as weird as she’d imagined it might be. “I slept most of the day.”
Elliot made a little sandwich, out of miniature bread slices and handed it across the table. “Good.” He took a swig of his water and then stared at her.
The passion flaring in his gaze made her mouth go dry.
She didn’t want to eat.
“I’m not all that hungry, Elliot.”
He licked his lips.
Noel rose from her chair and came around to his. When she stood before him, he pulled her onto his lap so that she straddled him. “Thank God!”
And then their mouths met, clashing almost painfully. Noel clutched her hands in his hair, relishing the soft springy texture. At the same time, she ground against him, his arousal thrust between her thighs.
This was gonna happen. Noel lifted her arms in the air as he pulled her t-shirt over her head for the second time since they’d met.
So much different this time.
His eyes were half closed as his sensual gaze caressed her. “God, Noel. You’re glorious.”
She shook her head. “I’m not.” But she wanted to believe him. And when his arms wrapped around her and unhooked her bra she shrugged her shoulders as he slid the straps down her arms.
She knew her breasts were larger than was fashionable. She’d often bemoaned the fact that she had to buy larger sized shirts so they would fit her around her chest. But as Elliot’s eyes glazed over in appreciation, she didn’t try to hide herself from him. “Absolutely glorious,” he whispered before leaning forward.
The sensation of his mouth on such sensitive skin, skin that had been largely ignored for way too long, pulled at her very core. And when he took her in his mouth she nearly cried out.
Both his hands still clasped her around the waist, squeezing and clutching her. The wet heat of his mouth laved and sucked and tugged. “Elliot.” She held onto his head. Did he realize what he was doing to her? Hot liquid flooded between her legs and she pressed into him, rubbing along his erection behind his trousers.
“Oh, fuck, Noel.” Before she could respond, he’d risen from the chair and staggered both of them toward the bed. Her legs automatically clasped around him.
Oh, god, yes. The bed.
She was laying back and his mouth had latched itself onto her again. But now his hands were unclasping her jeans and dragging them down her legs.
Noel lifted her hips as he peeled them off. When he was done, he hovered over her, on his hands and knees, and did… nothing. She was laying there in just her panties and his gaze roved over her from head to toe. His eyes burned with something she’d not seen in a long time. Those same damn eyes that had jolted her to life the first time she’d looked into them.
“What?” She wondered what he was thinking. Her tummy was soft and slightly rounded, her hips flared out more than she would have liked and her thighs were not the thighs of a woman who went to the gym.
“I am going to taste every inch of you.” His voice came out gruffly.
Noel swallowed hard.
Looking at her,Elliot felt as though he’d waited his entire life to find this woman.
It didn’t make sense. She didn’t make sense.
They didn’t make sense.
But his body, everything within him, hungered for her.
