I hope whatever’s bothering him is only temporary, and more importantly, I hope he trusts me enough to share what it is. Maybe someday he will.
All I want is for him to be happy and live his life to the fullest, without carrying the burden of something he’s been struggling to shake off.
“Goodnight, Eli,” I whisper softly in the darkness, moving closer and nestling into his chest.
In response, he lazily drapes his arm around my waist, pulling me close with his firm embrace. I close my eyes, allowing his warmth to envelop me like a winter blanket. Soft, cozy, and smelling like a spicy Christmas candle.
This feels great—the feeling of belonging.
Here, now, in his arms, there’s nowhere I’d rather be.
25
SAPPHIRE
Lying on my side, I grumble, like a bear awakening from a deep slumber. My eyes flutter open, then close again, trying to adjust to the morning light while my brain struggles to figure out where I am.
All I know is, I am hot. Like, hotter-than-the-devil’s-balls, scorching hot, and I’m unable to move because something, or more like someone has their arms wrapped around my waist, pinning me in place from behind.
I turn my head slightly, shifting my focus around the space I’ve woken up in, and all the memories of yesterday’s wedding, including the things Eli shared with me with his liquid courage, flood back at lightning speed.
I’m in bed with Eli. My new favorite spot.
And he’s holding me close like I’m his only source of warmth on a winter’s day.
Which means that the big warm hand currently squeezing my boob like the world’s best stress toy is… also Eli’s.
And the leg draped over my hip holding me in place is his, too, as is the face that’s snuggled into my neck. And… the… eh, erection that’s nestled between my ass cheeks? Also his.
As if a blizzard has frozen me in place, my breathing slows down, but my mind is spinning like a tornado.
I’ve been imagining touching him for weeks, imagining what he would feel like. Only my mind didn’t do him justice; the real thing is ten times better.
Trying to figure out what to do, I opt to remain still so I can stay cocooned in Eli’s arms for just a little longer. He feels so good and he’s so warm, his hold firm as if he’s protecting me from the world beyond the walls of this bedroom.
Closing my eyes again, I relax in his arms, hoping that he doesn’t freak the hell out when he wakes up.
I wiggle my ass against him again to check I wasn’t daydreaming, and nope, I wasn’t. Eli Hart is packing some serious length and width beneath his underwear.
My thoughts drift to a place I’ve been visiting more often these days, imagining what Eli would feel like inside me, rubbing the thick head of his cock against my G-spot.
That thought spreads heat between my thighs, and an involuntary whimper escapes my lungs as I wiggle my ass again, prompting a long, drawn-out groan to leave Eli’s lungs, his chest rumbling against my back.
It sounds more sexual than it should, so I move again, wanting to hear him once more, because I’m a tease and I swear my actions make his cock thicken against my panties.
Behind me, Eli nuzzles his nose into my hair and lets out another groan, along with a boob squeeze, before he rasps, “You smell good.”
“Thanks,” I squeak, fidgeting slightly and writhing in his arms, partly because I feel uneasy about waking up in Eli’s bed and partly because I’m curious to see what he does next when he realizes his hand is cupping my breast. I hope he doesn’t let go too soon because I’m enjoying it.
Waking up with Eli caressing me is also another past fantasy of mine that has come true. The reality is much better as my body molds perfectly into his. He’s so masculine. And hard. Everywhere.
“Morning, Eli,” I whisper, feeling the anticipation of him realizing he’s in bed with me growing at a pace I’m unsure my body can handle. Eli’s brain may also go into meltdown. He’ll either snuggle into me and enjoy the morning waking up together, or he’ll jump out of the bed in shock, or perhaps he might not do anything at all. Fight, flight or freeze. I just don’t know how this is going to go.
His fingers squeeze my breast again before going completely stiff, as if he’s finally opened his eyes, fully aware of where he is, he’s not dreaming, and I am here with him in bed.
Frozen in time, we remain perfectly still, like a glass lake.
I can almost hear his brain ticking, the gears turning in his head, considering his next move.
