Elias grinned as he shook his head. “Always keeping me on my toes.”
He started by sinking his hands into her hair and massaging her head. As his warm hands moved lower, his touch grew more intimate, more deliberate, and Wren felt a different kind of heat spreading through her.
Without a word, Elias leaned down, capturing her lips in a deep, passionate kiss that erased any last remnants of pain or anxiety. As the kiss deepened, Elias’ hands slid down her sides then back up. He lowered his body until there was no space left between them. Wren’s hands found their way to his back. She clutched at the fabric of his shirt as she pulled him down evencloser on top of her, wanting to feel the full weight of him, the solid warmth of his body against hers.
Elias’ lips moved from her mouth to her neck, leaving a trail of heated kisses that made her breath hitch. Wren arched into him, her hands sliding under his shirt now, her fingers exploring the rise and fall of muscles along his back.
“Elias,” she breathed, feeling a mix of urgency and longing.
“Shh,” he murmured against her skin. His lips rediscovered the sensitive spot just below her ear that made her shiver. “I’ve got you, baby.”
Then Elias groaned low in his throat, a growl of primal desire that sent shivers down Wren's spine.
My Lion.
Elias lifted up until he sat straddling her again. Her core clenched with need as he deftly unbuttoned her jeans. She lifted her ass and he slid them down her legs, then dropped them on the floor. He stood up and pulled off his shirt, revealing his toned chest and the abs that she'd admired last night. Her breath hitched at the sight of him.
When he undid his belt and pulled it off so quickly it made a snapping sound, she sat up and swung her legs over the side of the bed. Elias was wearing a pair of button-fly jeans and she reached for the top button. She undid it, then pulled on either side and watched each button come undone.
His erection pushed against the cotton of his boxer briefs. Wren leaned forward and nuzzled her face against it as she pushed his jeans down. Elias must have taken off his shoes and socks before coming back into the bedroom. He stepped barefoot out of his jeans and let them pool on the floor next to hers. Wren started to pull his boxer briefs down but he clasped her hands and stopped her.
“Not yet,” he growled. Then he carefully lowered her back onto the bed.
Elias’ fingers danced over her stomach, sending goosebumps racing across her skin. He slid one hand underneath her panties, his calloused fingertips brushing against her warmth. Helpless, she bucked against this hand.
“Oh, youarehungry, aren’t you?” he breathed. Elias hooked his fingers into her panties, dragging them down slowly, exposing her most private parts to his ravenous gaze. He tossed them on the floor into their ever-growing pile of discarded clothing.
"So beautiful," he rasped. Storms kicked up in his lagoon-blue eyes, darkening them with hunger and desire. Wren moaned when he found her clit. He rubbed it gently until she felt herself getting closer, her body tensing under his demanding touch.
"Elias, I'm so close," she whispered, her voice barely audible. “Don't stop.”
And what did the bastard do?
He stopped.
And lowered his head.
Wren felt a self-conscious blush creep up her cheeks, but it was quickly replaced by an overwhelming need when Elias gently kissed her just above her clit. She gasped, her hands fisting in the comforter as he trailed his tongue down and lathed her, lapping at her like a bowl of cream. She arched against him as he knelt between her legs and pressed her thighs down. When her climax hit, it shook her whole body. She cried out and her voice echoed off his bedroom walls. Spent, her body relaxed and the feeling of being a warm puddle returned.
But no way was she done.
Wren reached for the bedside table drawer but Elias beat her to it. With a laugh, he opened the drawer and pulled out a condom.
“Fine.” Wren grinned and pulled off her shirt.
“Wren, if I let you put this on me right now, the fun would be over way too soon.”
“I think you’ve said that before,” she teased.
“Well, it’s even more true now.”
She looked into his eyes, and what she saw there stole her breath. His gaze was intense, filled with a mix of lust and something else—something she couldn't quite put her finger on. Vulnerability, maybe? It was there and gone so fast she might have imagined it. Then she watched as he rolled the condom onto his curving cock. He threw his leg back over her, lowered his body, and nestled his hardness between her legs.
Wren reached up, her fingers tangling in his golden hair as she pulled him back to her waiting lips.
Elias gasped between kisses, his voice hoarse with desire. “Are you sure?”
“I’ve never been surer,” she whispered. “I need you inside me. Right now.”
