“Oh my god, I’m so sorry.” I run my fingers over his scalp like I can absorb the hurt. “This building is old.”
“Not a problem. I’ll risk a concussion to get inside you.”
He’s barely breathing hard, but he probably lugs bags of grain all over the distillery. I haul flour, but I’d have to rest if I was dragging it up the stairs. I’m attached to him like I’m frosting and he’s a sponge cake.
When he reaches my bed, he lays me in the middle and takes my shoes and socks off. Stepping out of his boots, he says, “I’m not wasting any time.”
“I am a bit tired,” I tease.
He pauses. “Then we’ll nap.”
I sit up, shocked. “It’s late enough to be bedtime. If I fall asleep, I won’t wake up until morning.”
“If you’re tired, we’re sleeping.”
“You can’t miss another day!”
“I haven’t missed a day of work since I was nineteen.” He adopts a wry grin. “Don’t ask me about before that.”
He’d put his pleasure aside—again—to meet my basic needs? I’m turned on while being all warm and fuzzy. I rip my shirt off. “I’m not falling asleep tonight.”
He sucks air between his teeth and drinks me in. “The door is locked, and I’m ready to explore.” He grabs his shirt collar behind his neck and tugs the garment all the way off. When he yanks his jeans down, his erection pushes at the fabric of his boxers.
He withdraws his wallet and takes out some packets of condoms. Tossing three of them on the bed, he grins when I gawk at him. “I’m not going to let being unprepared stop us.” He juts his chin toward me. “Take your pants off, sugar. I’m ready to get my mouth on something sweet.”
CHAPTER FOURTEEN
Elodie
I wiggle out of my leggings. A sudden bout of shyness hits me and I leave my underwear on.
He cocks a brow and shucks his boxers off. “Keeping something for me to unwrap?”
“It’s... been a while.” I draw my knees up, not caring that it creates a pooch with my belly. It’s been years. I’ve either had DIY orgasms or gone without, and since my schedule is so heavy, I’ve mostly ignored myself.
“Same here.” He starts crawling onto the bed. My heart races, but anxiety starts to build.
“You don’t have to make me feel better.” Though I do appreciate it.
“If that sounds too pathetic to you, then understand that I didn’t want to move to my forever home and fuck around. I wasn’t going to run errands while crossing paths with broken expectations and hurt feelings.” He pushes me all the way back and lays a kiss on each corner of my lips. “Besides, there’s beenthis sexy-as-fuck baker who’d hardly look at me. I’m not going to be fucking others when I’m trying to get her attention.”
His initial confession makes his abstinence more believable, yet I can’t wrap my mind around this hot guy, this incredibly sweet and caring man with a good job and ambition, waiting for me. “You weren’t even having sex?”
“I’ve been asked out, but I kept wondering about you. Wouldn’t have been fair to them. Didn’t feel right to me either, so I played the long game.”
I run my hands over his wide shoulders and stuff them into his soft hair. “I can’t believe you. All those times you were asking me about the difference between baking powder and baking soda, you weren’t just messing with me?”
“I was trying to get to know you, and I enjoyed hearing the frank way you’d explain it all.” He grazes my lips with another kiss. “You’re cute, and you might try, but you can’t hide your sexiness. You own your own business and your friends adore you. The whole town does. I thought you were out of my league, but that didn’t stop me from trying.”
My heart cracks all the way open. All that time I wasted distrusting him. I’m not going to resist someone who’s proven over and over again that he’s the real thing. “I need to get my underwear off.”
“Let me help you.” He drags them down and tosses them aside. Then he settles between my legs, pushing my knees wider with his body. “So fucking wet and perfect. You’re just dripping for me.”
He has barely touched me, but I arch my back. Need has been my constant companion for so long that I’m afraid of the explosion. “Cruz?”
“I’ve got you, baby.” He presses a kiss to one inner thigh, then the other. He continues doing that, moving closer and closer tomy pussy. “I finally get to taste your sweet cunt, and I’m going to take my time.”
A shiver runs through me, and just as it reaches the base of my spine, he spreads my pussy lips and licks across my demanding clit.
