‘I don’t want to be afraid of this anymore. I want you, Elliot. For real. In all the ways.’
Her gaze when it met his was so open and hopeful. It matched every way he felt inside.Theywere a match.
He kissed her, savoring her this time. The feel of her lips, the slide of her tongue, the taste of her—like the peppermint tea he knew she drank before bed. He catalogued it all.
‘I want it all with you, too, Daisy.’
She smiled, sweet and soft, until something else flickered in her eyes, something likewant. And then the full meaning of what they’d just confessed crashed into him.
‘So… like now?’ Daisy teased. ‘We could have it all right now…’
‘God, yes.’
‘Good.’ Daisy dropped the towel, and it was then that he really got a good look at what she was wearing: her tiny sleep shorts with what was now a nearly see-through white T-shirt that had been soaked by the rain. Theonetime she wore white…
‘Jesus, Daisy,’ he choked. ‘You were outside like that?’ The shirt clung to every delectable curve, every peak and valley. He could seeeverything. His cock was already so hard, he didn’t know how he was going to survive the night.
She glanced down at herself, her cheeks turning a delicious pink. ‘No one saw me.’ She looked up at him again. ‘Except you.’
His breath came out in a shuddering exhale.
She was shivering again.
‘Are you cold?’
She shook her head. ‘No.’ Her hands trembled as she peeled the shirt from her body. ‘I just need you.’
And there she was, Daisy,hisDaisy, topless in his bathroom, shaking and telling him she needed him. And fuck, did he need her. Every bit of nervousness he’d had about this moment was burnt up by that need. He stepped closer, cupping her face in his hands.
‘I’m here. Tell me what you need.Anything.’
She whimpered as his hands trailed from her face down the sides of her body, tracing her. Goosebumps pebbled in the wake of his fingers.
‘Yes,’ she whispered. ‘Touch me.’
Her words made him bold, brave. He let his hand splay across her bare stomach, her ribs, the underside of her breast. Her breath hitched.
‘Do you want me to touch you here, Daisy?’ His voice was low, raspy. Desperate.
‘Yes.’ Hers was the same.
He wrapped an arm around her, keeping her close, trying to stop her trembling while his other hand cupped her breast, lightly at first, a barely-there touch, his thumb grazing her nipple. They were both trembling now as he touched her, listening for every gasp, every sigh.
He dipped his head and kissed her as he explored, letting his hands rove freely over her body, the dip in her waist, her gorgeous ass. Everywhere he hadn’t dared to touch her the last time they did this. This time he wasn’t holding anything back.
He wanted more. He needed more of her.
‘Come with me.’ He grabbed her hand and she didn’t hesitate, followed him down the hall to his bedroom. ‘Take off the rest,’ he said and her eyes widened.
He felt hot all over like he was burning from the inside out.
‘Please, Daisy. Take off the rest.’
Thunder rumbled in the distance; rain pelted against the window. Elliot held his breath as Daisy peeled off her shorts and underwear.
‘Daisy,’ he groaned. ‘You are…’
‘The prettiest girl in town?’ she said with a smirk, teasing him even as she stood in front of him naked and gorgeous.
