But surely I can enjoy just another minute of this.
Her head’s bobbing and it’d be easier on my impending climax if I didn’t watch the glistening crown of my cock slip in and out of her wet mouth. When she swirls her tongue around the tip and moans, I gently cup her chin. I’m going to lose it and I have too much planned. She releases me, and my pulse beats through my hard-on, ready to let her resume what she was doing.
My breath saws in and out of me. “I’m not going to last, and I really need to come inside you.”
Her eyes are shining when she says, “Let’s go upstairs.”
“Yes, ma’am.” My shirt falls over my dick when I help her up. I’d pick her up, but she takes my hand and tows me behind her.
The stairs are narrow and I duck my head to keep from knocking myself out on the low ceiling. We emerge in a cozy studio apartment. A nightlight glows by a partially open door that must be a bathroom. A bed with rumpled covers is in the middle under a narrow rectangular window with closed blinds. A small counter and stovetop run along one wall and a dresser with clothing piled on top rests against the opposite side.
She doesn’t stop as she pulls me to the bed.
“Get on.” My command is guttural. The shirt material brushing against my sensitized skin isn’t nearly as good as Elodie’s mouth, but it’s enough to shout loud and clear that I haven’t come yet. “I’m going to strip you down.”
She gets on her hands and knees on the edge of the bed and casts a glance over her shoulder at me. Then she wiggles her ass.
“Naughty girl.” My groan echoes through the whole room. I stalk toward her. “I cannot wait to have you sit on my face.”
“Sitting on faces feels like a fourth-date thing.” A playful smile ripples across her face.
She flips to her butt just as my knees hit the bed. She sets her glasses on the nightstand, and I prowl over her.
“Lunch, dinner at my house—which one hundred percent counts,” I add when she opens her mouth. “Bootleg, and...” I grin wide. “Dinner at your parents’. What does that add up to?”
She laughs and fists her hands in my shirt. I let her drag it over my head. I want to get her shorts off, but the way she’s devouring my bare chest with her gaze holds me still. I’m caught between wanting to dive into everything Elodie Palmer ASAP and needing to stretch and savor every single moment. She’s the finest spirit I’ve ever gotten my hands on.
She traces a finger over the tattoo on my arm. It’s a curving highway circling my biceps with three dots, like three stops on a map. “A road, like the theme of your name, Lane, and Myles.”
The warmth blooming inside my chest isn’t something I’ve experienced when I’ve been half naked with a girl before. “You’re the only one who’s guessed that other than my brothers. Mom liked the theme and ran with it. Drove with it would be more accurate.”
“It’s sweet.” She runs her fingertip along one of the lanes, then switches to the horseshoe with aBinside of it over my heart. “Do you have any other tattoos?”
“I stopped at these.”
She returns to the inked highway and trails her index finger along the other side. Threading her hands through my hair, she drags me down for a kiss.
I don’t linger long. I’m addicted to her sweet taste, but I have other plans. I kiss my way down her neck as she writhes underneath me, entirely too dressed. For the second time, I dipmy fingers underneath her waistband. Just as I’m about to pull down, she gasps.
Half sitting, she props herself on her elbows. “The door? Did I lock it? Shit. Sorry.”
She wiggles to get off the bed. Instead of being frustrated, I let out a little laugh and put my hand on her leg until she stops her delectable squirming. “It’s not your fault I haven’t driven doors and locks right out of your mind yet.”
She slaps her hands on either side of her face. “Oh god. I’m so sorry.”
Embarrassment floods her cheeks, and it’s so damn cute, my brain splinters. She’s the perfect mix of adorable and sexy.
A shudder travels through me. Soon. I’ll get to have her soon. “I’ll go lock it.”
Relief and gratitude fill her eyes as she lies back. “Thank you.”
“Never a problem.” I flip my shirt back over my erection and jog downstairs. I lock the doorknob and flip the dead bolt. She really could do with some alarms and real security, but she probably knows that. Another thing that has to wait for spare money.
To make sure nothing else interrupts us, I go through the bakery to the front door and check those locks. We’re secure.
I take the stairs up, keeping my head down. The last thing I need ruining this night is a concussion. When I reach her small apartment, it’s quiet and dark like before.
A sense of apprehension descends over me. Nothing terrible, just a notion that tonight isn’t going to turn out the way I hoped. I approach the bed and a sprawled-out Elodie. Her limbs are limp and her head is turned to the side. A puff of air escapes her lips, like she just tumbled off a cliff into a deep sleep.
