“Did I make a noise?” I asked.
“You did. A really sexy one. Were you imagining my tongue again?”
“Yes.”
“Where do you want it?”
“I don’t know,” I said, suddenly shy. Just like I’d never sexted, I wasn’t a dirty talker either. Most sex I’d had in my life happened with little to no words exchanged.
“You know,” he said.
Images of my breast in his mouth, of his face between my thighs, played like a reel through my mind. I moaned again. “I want you here now,” I said.
“God, Sutton, don’t tempt me.”
“My bed is tiny or I’d insist you get your ass over here.”
“How tiny?” he asked.
“Twin.”
“Twin?” he asked incredulously.
“Weren’t you the one who said you could perform in an airplane bathroom? A twin should leave you room to spare,” I teased.
“Don’t make me prove to you that I can definitely excel on a twin bed.”
“You and your pretty words,” I said.
“I’m coming.”
“I was kidding,” I said.
“Too late, I’m coming.” And then the phone was silent.
I bit my lip and sat up. Was he really coming? Yes, I decided,this was Elijah we were talking about. A smirk found its way onto my face.
“How’s this for fun?” I said to nobody.
I got up to change into some better pajamas and more thoroughly brush my teeth.
CHAPTER 25
I was waiting by the door when my phone lit up with a text.
Here
I looked over my shoulder, down the dark hall, and then unlocked the dead bolt as quietly as possible. His body was already in the doorframe before I even finished opening the door. He let out a low chuckle. “You didn’t think I’d come, did you?”
“Shhh,” I said with my own quiet giggle as I grabbed him by the front of his shirt and pulled him inside. He stumbled his way in because I hadn’t left him enough room to make a clean entry. He grabbed me by the hips to prevent a fall, shifting around behind me as I shut and relocked the door.
His mouth was on my neck before I’d even finished the task. The only light in the room was from the porch, where a wall-mounted sconce shone through the small window at the top of the door. The house was quiet except for the humming of the refrigerator and a slow-dripping sink. I needed to get that looked at.
He didn’t let go of my hips as we walked toward my bedroom, causing us both to stumble this time. I stifled a laugh with my hand. I felt like a sneaky teenager, even though I’d never done anything like this as a teenager. I reached behind me to hold one of his hands and create a bit of space to help make our walk steadier. But instead of obliging, he wrapped an arm around my waist. Bringing us closer instead. Then he was practically carrying me to my room, my back against his front.
“This one, this one,” I hissed, as he almost passed my door on the right.
He pushed the door open with his forearm and then released me to shut it behind us, placing one hand high on the door and the other on the handle to close it as silently as possible. Then his eyes were on me. My room was even darker than the hall had been, with only a small nightlight on the wall creating the faintest glow, making it hard to see his expression. But I could see when he moved toward me and wrapped me up again, this time chest to chest.
