He moved down the length of her body, then gazed down at her panties. He wasn’t sure how it was possible, but they looked even wetter now. He bent his head and licked at the wet silk. He pressed his mouth against her, feeling her tight little clit under his lips, and growled. Wren moaned and gripped his hair, holding him in place.
“Let me up, baby,” he breathed against her, and she let go. Elias wrapped his arm under her sweet, tight ass and lifted her pelvis. He pulled her panties off with his other hand and let her back down gently. Then he lowered his head down between her legs, breathed in the essence of her, and ate. He licked, and sucked, and held her down as she writhed under him. He reached up to her bra and played with her nipple, squeezing itjust as he felt her body tighten under him. She cried out his name—the sweetest sound he’d ever heard.
Elias didn’t hesitate. He covered her again until the head of his cock was aligned with her hot, soaking pussy. He thrust deep into her before her orgasm subsided. Nothing had ever felt this good as she pulsed and squeezed around his cock. He gritted his teeth against coming too soon and held still.
When she finished, he gave her long, gentle strokes at first, making sure to rub her clit with every thrust. Then as his pleasure built, he increased his speed until he was groaning, peaking, and she was right there with him, coming for him again.
Elias wrapped his arms around her and rolled until Wren lay on top of him.
“Was that good?” he asked.
“So good. The best.”
He kissed the top of her head as she relaxed into his body.
“I promise, it’s going to last.”
“So,tell me how you ended up in Colorado.” They were sitting across from each other at the breakfast table, eating pancakes Elias had warmed back up in the oven. Wren wore yet another shirt she’d swiped out of his closet—a dress shirt with the top buttons undone so that he had a lovely view of her cleavage.
Wren licked syrup off her finger. “Well, you know I grew up in Seattle. I went off to school in Los Angeles to get out of the rain.”
“Relatable.”
Wren grinned and cut another bite of pancake. “I didn’t know what I wanted to do, I just knew I wanted to see the world. Then I went to a lecture on travel photography and I was hooked. Ideclared my major and threw myself into learning everything I could about photography. My professor said I had a knack for photographing people and introduced me to a fashion designer who gave me a chance.”
She shrugged and popped the bite of pancake into her mouth. “I started working shows, then magazines. I ended up flying back and forth between LA and New York all the time, so there was my travel.” She rolled her eyes. “Then I got tired of living half my life in airports, and decided to come to Colorado.”
“Splitting the difference between the coasts.” Elias took a sip of coffee.
“Never thought of it that way. But, I liked Colorado. I’d done a few shoots here in Vail and Aspen. I couldn’t afford either place and realized it was the mountains and not the towns themselves that I loved, so I found Lyons. And apparently, a Lion as well,” she joked.
Elias cracked a grin. “And I’m glad you did.” He grabbed her hand and kissed it. “So tell me more. What was this project that you and Sandra worked on? She said it was a heartbreaker.” He laced his fingers with hers.
Wren nodded and lifted her mug for another drink before she spoke. “It was.” She sighed. “And I think it’s part of the reason why I’ve been so moody.”
Elias stroked his thumb over hers. “Babe, if you’re referring to this morning, that wasn’t moody. That was sharing a hard part of your life with me.” He brought her hand to his lips again, brushing them across her fingers and loving the way she reacted—goose bumps rose on her arms. “I love that you did.”
She ducked her head, smiling.
“So let me guess. It has something to do with losing a home.”
“It does. I’m working with a reporter fromMile High Marker. Kit Larson. She’s doing an exposé on people who have lost their homes due to medical debt. Not the same story as minegrowing up, but close enough that I’ve let it bring up all my old insecurities.”
Elias nodded. “How are you doing now?” He watched for her to suck in her cheeks, telling him she was uncomfortable, even if she joked.
“I’m much better. Talking about it helped.” She gave him a wicked grin. “So did everything after.”
She’s not lying. My baby’s feeling good for real.
“Then I guess we’ll have to do a lot of that. I want you feeling good.” He nodded at her shoulder. “I noticed your shoulder’s not bothering you as much.”
She unlaced her hand from his and rubbed it. “It is better. I sneaked in a yoga class with Stephanie this week and she helped me with my posture. Plus, I laughed so hard, I think I loosened the rock.” Her expression turned soft. “And maybe talking got rid of most of it this morning.”
Warmth spread through Elias’ chest—a mix of tenderness and desire.
“I love you, babe.”
“I love you, too, Lion.” She grinned at his nickname. Then she blew out a breath. “Now, I do need to get some work done today. That’s the joy of owning your own business—it owns you.”
