He laughed and scooped her into his arms. ‘In the entire fucking world,’ he said, his lips pressed against her hair.
She sighed and he held her until they were kissing again, his hands full ofher. The soft skin of her back, the curve of her ass, those perfect breasts pressed against him. He felt so… honored to be allowed to see her like this, to touch her, to taste her.
He pulled away, panting. ‘Daisy,’ he rasped, struggling for control. It had been so long. So long since he held someone like this, since he’d had someone’s skin pressed against his and now that it was Daisy he held in his arms, he could barely keep himself from falling apart completely.
‘You okay?’ she whispered, her eyebrows knit together.
‘It’s been a really long time,’ he confessed with a wince. ‘And I’m trying really hard not to embarrass myself.’
She ran her hands down his arms. He was still dressed, wearing the Cornell T-shirt and sweats he’d worn to bed. Her fingers trailing down his forearms set off sparks in their wake. Christ, he was going to come from Daisy touching the inside of his wrist. The hair tie was still there, and she traced it with her finger.
‘Don’t be embarrassed,’ she said. ‘It’s been a long time for me, too. Well, since before you made me come on your fingers… it was a long time.’
‘Daisy,’ he ground out, grabbing her wrist and stopping the tracing of her fingers, needing her to understand. ‘I’ve only ever been with one other woman.’
She stopped and stared. ‘Total?’
‘Yes.’
‘But what about?—’
‘One woman, Daisy. You are the second woman I’ve seen naked. Ever.’
‘Jesus,’ she breathed.
‘I only know what she liked… I don’t know…’ He didn’t know what he wanted to do first, he didn’t know if he could please her again. He didn’t know…
‘I have an idea.’ Daisy dropped to her knees in front of him and Elliot nearly dropped dead.
‘What are you doing?’ he choked.
‘Taking the edge off.’ She looked up at him, her amber eyes sparking in the dim light of his bedroom. She tugged gently at the waistband of his pants. ‘This okay?’
Was it okay? Was it okay that the woman he’d accidentally fallen in love with, the woman he dreamed about every damn night, was on her knees in front of him? Her cheeks flushed pink and her lips swollen from kissing him. It was more okay than anything in his life had ever been. Ever.
‘Yes,’ he managed to get out of his quickly closing throat.
‘I’ll be gentle.’ Daisy winked at him before pulling his sweats down. He kicked them aside. He was about to tell her she really didn’t have to do this, but the way she was looking at him, pupils blown wide, her nipples tight, her thighs pressed together, he thought maybe she wanted to do this. In fact, she looked eager to do this. ‘Wait,’ he said, and she paused in her efforts to get his underwear off. ‘Your knees.’ He grabbed a pillow from the bed and laid it on the floor.
She stared up at him, a mildly shocked expression on her face. ‘I’m going to make you come so hard.’
He let out a surprised laugh. ‘That’s a given. God, Daisy, I’ve never been this hard before. It’sneverbeen like this before.’
She leaned forward and kissed his stomach before pulling his boxer briefs down over his thighs. Elliot groaned in anticipation. His legs trembled beneath Daisy’s hands.
‘Damn, Elliot,’ she said, giving him a little grin.
‘What?’
She shook her head. ‘It’s just always the ones you least expect to be so…’
‘So what?’
‘Well endowed,’ she said with a smirk before taking him in her mouth and frying any remaining brain cells he had to consider that comment.
Daisy’s mouth.
Warm.
