She smiles. “Oh good. You didn’t leave the girls out.”
“Can you put that thing on silent? Because I’m about to do things to you that should not be interrupted,” I say and casually stroke my now hard dick.
She watches me do it. “I can’t put my phone on silent.”
“You’re that dedicated to work?” I have to ask because it seems insane.
“No. My family just moved to town this afternoon and Jude is on a road trip, so I want to be reachable if they need anything.” There’s this sudden serious glint in her eyes that makes me think that’s not the whole story.
“They moved here permanently?”
“Yeah. Kind of. It’s a long story.” She shrugs. “But I won’t answer if it’s not my family.”
“You just did.”
She looks sheepish. “That was because I’m trying to get a meeting with the ALS Foundation here in San Fran. I want to volunteer to build a social media campaign for them. That was my contact setting up a meeting.”
“ALS?” I prop myself up on my elbows and watch as she drops her cell back on the coffee table. “What is that again?”
“It’s amyotrophic lateral sclerosis,” she explains. “Also called Lou Gehrig’s disease. It basically destroys your body, then kills you. It’s horrific and I hate it and there’s no cure. I volunteer with them, and the team has done charity events for them before. Now I’m trying to do a little more than the regular volunteer stuff at their annual walk.”
“Why?”
She hesitates. I can see her step falter as she walks toward me on the bed. And that same serious glint slides over her eyes for a second, then she smiles seductively and climbs up on the bed, straddling my hips again. “Because I’m not just a kick-ass communications genius and the best sex you’ve ever had. I’m a good person too.”
I grin. “And modest.”
“Hard to be modest when you’re staring at my ass like it’s the eighth wonder of the world,” she quips.
“And your tits,” I remind her and place my hands on her hips. “But you know what the real wonder of the world is?”
“What?” she asks in a breathless whisper.
I use my hands on her tiny hips to hold her tight, standing up. I turn and before she can wrap her legs around my waist I toss her onto the bed. She lands on her back with a laugh. I quickly drop down and then slide my body on top of her. The sex last night was fantastic. I’m a huge fan of the girl being on top. Hell, I haven’t met a sex position I didn’t like, but right now, I want to be on top of her. There’s something kind of intimate about missionary for me, and I crave that with her.
I lean down, rubbing my beard against the curve of her neck as I move my lips to her ear. “The way it feels to be inside you,” I finish my thought. “That’s the real wonder of my world.”
“Oh my God…” she says in a breathy, almost moaning voice.
I cover her mouth with mine, kissing her hard and deep as I move a hand between us and push it into her underwear. “Watching you make yourself come was pretty wondrous too.”
She probably wants to respond, but I’ve slipped two fingers inside her and curled them just right and she can’t speak at all. She lets out a perfect little mew and pushes her head into the mattress. I balance on my forearm to give me more room to move my hand. She’s panting and writhing in less than two minutes—and she’s wetter than ever.
I feel my dick start to throb with need as she clenches around my fingers and bucks her hips with the pulse of her orgasm. I love watching her come. The way her skin turns all pink. The perfect arch of her back. The circle her mouth makes. The way her nipples harden. I cover one with my mouth now because the temptation is too strong. Then I move my hand from her pulsating core and I can’t help but grind myself into her thigh. God, I need my own release so much I’m almost shaking.
I glance around the room, trying to locate my pants because that’s where my condoms are. She blindly gropes for the night table drawer and pulls it open. Inside is an unopened box of condoms.
“You’re the best,” I whisper gratefully. She rips open a foil, then slips her hands between us to roll it on. The feel of her hands sends ripples of pleasure up my spine.
All I want with every fiber of my being is to slide into her wet, warm, welcoming heat, but there’s one thing I want more—for this not to be the end. So I nudge her gently, entering her with just my tip, and then I hover there. She shifts under me, nudging her pelvis lower, trying to take more of me, but I move my hips back as soon as more than the tip slips deeper. She looks at me with such despair over not getting what she wants it’s almost comical. “Elijah. Please.”
“Tell me this isn’t the end,” I demand, my voice so damn low and gritty even I don’t recognize it. “Promise me.”
She doesn’t respond, or react, her body still, her eyes locked on mine, her bottom lip caught tightly between her teeth. She still has that look of wanton desperation on her face though, so I know this is torturing her. Good. It may be playing dirty, but I’ll do whatever it takes to get what I want—her.
“It’s not the end,” she finally replies in a heated whisper.
I push just a little bit deeper. My entire body quivers as I stop from fully immersing myself in her perfect pussy. “Promise,” I demand.
