God, I can't even explain this magnetic pull to her. It's like every inch of my body is screaming for her. Elise is the sole object of my starvation, and I don't even mind at all.
"Elise."
"Yes?"
"I have a confession to make. This isn't about the reunion."
"I know."
"I haven't been able to think about anything else since that day at your apartment."
"Me neither."
"That kiss..." I reach out, letting my finger graze along her jaw.
"Was just practice."
"Bullshit." My hand slides to the back of her neck. "We both know that's bullshit."
She doesn't deny it this time. Instead, she sways forward, her eyes fluttering closed for a moment.
"I've got one more confession to make."
Elise sucks her bottom lip between her teeth, and just like that, my brain malfunctions. "What is it, Elias?"
"I've been really obsessed with you since high school." I swallow hard, clearing my throat. "Correction, evenduringhigh school."
Her mouth forms an 'o', and she shakes her head. "That's not possible. No. Why me?"
"Why not? Why the hell do you think I haven't dated all these years? No one could hold a candle to you."
"But you're THE Elias King, and I'm … I'm just me." She means little, plain, underachieving me. But I'm not having that.
"You are more than enough. You're more than enough for me, Elise."
"Maybe we should practice some more then."
Well, damn. With fucking pleasure.
My mouth finds hers with an urgency that surprises even me. There's none of the hesitation of our first kiss. This is desperate from the start, all open mouths and searching tongues. My hands grip her waist, pulling her flush against me. Hers thread through my hair, tugging just enough to make me groan.
I walk her backward until she hits the wall, never breaking the kiss. Her body arches into mine, and I slide my hand down to grip her thigh, hitching it up over my hip to press closer, grinding against her pussy.
"Elias," she gasps against my mouth.
Hearing my name like that—breathy, desperate, so much longing—nearly makes me come in my pants. I kiss down her neck, nipping at the sensitive spot below her ear, rewarded by the way she shudders.
I lead her to the sectional, sit down, and pull her onto my lap so she's straddling me, just like last time. But this time, I'm not stopping. Not unless she tells me to.
My hands find the hem of her dress, sliding up her thighs to grip her hips. She grinds down against my cock that's already barbell hard.
"Can I take this off?" I ask, tugging gently at her dress.
She nods, lifting her arms as I pull it over her head, revealing a black lace bra and matching panties. A swift, fierce heat sweeps through me, melting my brain into soup.
"Fuck, look at you," I growl, drinking her in. "So goddamn beautiful."
Her hands move to the buttons of my shirt, fumbling slightly in her eagerness. I help her, shrugging it off and tossing it aside. When she presses against me, skin to skin, I have to close my eyes for a moment to regain control.
