“Anything?” I whispered.
“No,” he hissed back as he carefully turned the knob. “Silence.”
Maybe the owner sleeps upstairs, too.He stuck his head in the door. It was pitch black to my eyes, but I was sure he could see more.
He looked sideways at me, grinning before stepping inside and flicking on the light. The sudden brightness hurt my eyes, and I buried my face in his neck.
“Look, Riles,” he said, bumping my head with his.
I peeked out to find a spotless, homey kitchen. It was like I’d stepped into my Gigi’s kitchen, twenty years before. Yellow floral curtains billowed in the open window, and the countertops were faded from years of use. The white cabinets had more than a couple of layers of paint on them and ugly flowers as handles.
Sliding off of Elias’s back, I walked over to the refrigerator and peeked inside. It was completely stocked, no doubt to keep the guests fed. “Do you have any cash?” I asked, looking back at him while the cool air washed over me.
“Not down here, why?” he said with a strange look, probably wondering why I wanted cash right at that moment.
“Because I’m about to eat some of this food, which will inconvenience the owner. I want you to pay her and pay her well.” I pursed my lips and gave him a pleading look.
He laughed at me, popped a kiss on my forehead, and disappeared. I’d just begun to look around the kitchen, my imagination searching for places a boogie man could hide—are they real, too?—when he appeared again. “You moved so fast it looked like you teleported or something.
“Nah, I was so close to the door it gave the illusion of disappearing. I just ran.” He held out his wallet. “How much are you planning on eating?”
I pulled out a can of whipped cream. “Just this,” I said with a wicked grin.
His eyes widened, and he opened his wallet. “Bless that woman for having that particular type of whipped cream in this house.” He pulled out a fat stack of bills and put them in the fridge in place of the container.
Without any preamble, I found myself sitting up on the counter, back pressed into the cabinets with some small appliance or another digging into my hip.
Elias pulled my hips forward, thankfully, until my core was pressed to his. He was tall enough that the counter was a great height. I’d slept in one of Anthony’s t-shirts and my panties and hadn’t given a second thought to exploring the house so scantily clad. “Eli, they prepare food here!” I said, feeling like a jerk for putting my butt on her counter.
Instead of responding, he pressed his mouth to mine, caressing and coaxing me to open my mouth. I pushed my tongue toward him, and he took it into his mouth, letting his teeth graze it. The thought of a bite from him pushed all thoughts of propriety out of my head.
He had a monster bulge I hadn’t even noticed until my brain began working again.Oh, dear lord, that’s hot.
“We’ve gotta find somewhere more private,” I whispered urgently as I jumped off the counter.
“Hell yes,” he said. “Though, I’m happy to take you right here on this counter.”
His audacity caused me to burst out in laughter as I rooted around under the sink until I found an all-purpose cleaner. I sprayed down the counter and wiped it clean with a paper towel. “There,” I said before turning to Elias, who waited for me at the kitchen door.
“That was very nice of you. Now can we go?” He raised an eyebrow and nodded his head toward the door.
I checked the room to make sure it was the same as when we’d entered. I almost left the whipped cream sitting beside the refrigerator. Snatching it, I turned back to Elias, who had moved while I was turned and was right behind me.
Scooping me into his arms, one hand behind my back and one under my knees, bridal style, he got us out of the kitchen. His lips swallowed my gasp, and even though his eyes were closed as he kissed and licked my mouth, his path was true. He walked slowly up the stairs, clutching me close and covering my face and neck in kisses.
Once we reached the upstairs hallway, he put me down to explore the rooms. Pressing his ear against each door, he nodded his head until he got to the last room on the right, two doors down from ours. He grinned at that one and pushed the door in. It hadn’t even been fully closed. I tiptoed down the hall to him, excited by our naughty adventure.
My hands found the light switch as he followed me in and closed the door. The room was exactly like the one we were staying in, without the extra cot. Two twin beds, a dresser, and an ocean view.
Twirling on my toes, I pulled Anthony’s shirt over my head, leaving me in nothing but my panties. Elias’s chest rumbled, like he was fighting off a growl. The bulge in his pants twitched, and I pointed at it. “Off,” I demanded.
He obliged, pulling his pants and underwear off in one swoop then his tee as well. The planes of his torso led to the V of his hips, that sexy sort of V that begged to be licked. Pointing to the bed, his voice was scratchy and deep. “If you please.”
Yeah, I please.My lacey panties caught between my thighs—no thigh gap for me—and I sort of flopped onto the bed, onto my back, all grace.
Apparently, he didn’t notice, or care about, my awkwardness as he stalked toward me with the whipped cream in his right hand. I wiggled, anticipating the fun.
He leaned forward and sprayed a line between my breasts. Sucking my stomach in when the cold cream hit my skin, I sighed in relief when his warm tongue followed, lapping it up.
