He began screaming my name as he rode the edge of the orgasm, but it wasn’t until I whispered, “Come for me, baby,” in his ear and then gently bit down on the spot where his neck met his collarbone that he shouted in relief. I felt his release hit the arm I had wrapped around his upper body, then it was sliding down my hand. Elliot’s sobs of relief tore at my insides and I came hard and fast. I released his dick so I could wrap my arm around his waist to hold him in place while I fucked into him with a final few hard thrusts. The orgasm was blinding in its intensity and there was a point where it felt like I was going to pass out. It had to be at least two full minutes before I came back to myself enough to loosen the hold I had on Elliot’s neck. He sagged against my arm and I carefully lowered him to the bed, then followed him down until most of my weight was pressing him into the mattress. We were both still breathing hard, but I managed to press gentle kisses into his skin wherever I could reach without having to release him.
Time slowed after that. We somehow managed a shower together before falling into his bed. No words were spoken, but I knew neither of us needed them. Our bodies had said it all and then some. Elliot was asleep within minutes of me turning out the light on his nightstand. I had no clue how long I managed to keep my eyes open as I enjoyed the press of Elliot’s body against mine, but when I next became aware of my surroundings, it was still dark outside and I was alone in bed. I glanced at the clock on the nightstand and saw that it was four in the morning. I went searching for Elliot and found him working on his computer in the living room. I didn’t miss the tension in his shoulders. He was writing notes on a small notepad.
“Elliot?”
He startled briefly, then turned to look over his shoulder at me. “I’m sorry, did I wake you?”
I shook my head. “No, just missing you,” I said truthfully.
He smiled at that and said, “Sorry, I just had to check something for work.”
“Everything okay?” I asked as I took in his pinched features.
“Um, yeah… no…” He shook his head and laughed lightly. “Sorry. It’s just, some money went missing from this client’s account and it’s just this big, fucked-up mess.”
I stiffened at his words as I realized he very well could have just inadvertently given me the information I needed. Before I could question him further, he closed the laptop and set it and the notebook on the coffee table. “Let’s go back to sleep,” he said. “I can look at it with fresher eyes in a few hours.”
I nodded and held out my hand to him. He took it and walked around the couch. There was no hesitation on his part when he kissed me. When he pulled back a little, it was just to study me for a moment before he wrapped his arms around me. He laid his head on my chest and I immediately put an arm around him and then let my free hand stroke his hair.
“It’s real, right, Cruz? What we did last night. This. You feel it too, right?”
“I do, El,” I whispered before leaning down to press a kiss to the top of his head. “It’s real.”
He nodded. “Good.”
I led him back to bed, and even though he needed to sleep, I couldn’t stop myself from making love to him again. This time it was slow and gentle and I took him from the front so that I could see the play of emotions in his eyes. Satisfaction went through me when it became clear that he didn’t need me to control our pleasure this time around. I knew there would be days when it would be like this and there would be times where it would be like the first time. And I was looking forward to every single one. I just had to figure out how to make it happen.
After Elliot fell asleep, I eased myself out of bed and went to theliving room. I searched out my phone and snapped a picture of the notes Elliot had taken about the client with the missing money. I sent the picture to both Memphis and Declan, then went back to bed. As I pulled Elliot into my arms, I debated when to tell him the truth.
Because I needed this job to be over.
So that what I really wanted to have with him could begin.
Chapter 7
Elliot
It wasthe dreaded morning after. I’d been awake for almost an hour, but I hadn’t been able to focus on much of anything as I waited for Cruz to wake up. I’d spent a little more time working on the White account, but what I’d found had only caused more questions than answers. Add in the fact that I had no clue what was going to happen when Cruz walked out of my bedroom, and I was a mess.
The sex the night before and early this morning had been nothing short of a miracle in my mind. I’d never experienced anything in my entire life like I’d felt when I’d come. The fact that I’d cried like a baby over something as simple as an orgasm should have sent Cruz running from the room, but no, he’d stayed. And then he’d made love to me again.
And he’d said it was real.
Itwasreal.
I couldn’t deny it anymore. I didn’t want to.
Whatever Cruz had unlocked inside of me was never going to go back in its cage. If I was a freak like my college boyfriend had said I was, then so be it. I’d rather be a freak in Cruz’s arms then a normal man outside of them.
I flinched when I heard my bedroom door open, but I stayed where I was, despite the need to flee. If he said his goodbyes and just left, I’d deal with it. It would suck, but I’d deal, and I’d at least have the memories of the night before to hold onto for a while… or forever.
But my fears were waylaid the second he stepped into the kitchen and sealed his mouth over mine. He tasted of mint and I wondered if he’d used my toothbrush to brush his teeth, since I didn’t have a spare. I really wanted to believe that he had.
I didn’t know why.
I couldn’t help but smile against his mouth, which caused him to smile. “What?” he asked.
“Nothing.”
