But he couldn’t leave her looking like that. He couldn’t leave her thinking she was anything less than the most beautiful woman he’d ever met, that he’d give anything to have her, to touch her, tofuckher.
‘I mean it.’ He turned her so her back was against the door, his hand on her hip. Her eyes widened. ‘And if I wasn’t afraid of falling in love with you, I’d show you just how much.’
‘You can’t fall in love with me,’ she whispered as he bent his head and kissed her neck.
‘I know.’ He buried his face in her hair, kissing behind her ear, along her throat. She gasped, pressing against him. ‘But I need you to know how badly I want you.’ He twined his fingers with hers and brought her hand to where his cock was straining embarrassingly hard at the front of his pants.
‘Jesus,’ she hissed.
‘I need you to know how sexy you are, how your body drives me crazy, how I haven’t stopped thinking about it since I saw you dancing at Jeanie’s wedding.’
Daisy whimpered, her hand moving on its own now, pressing against him, feeling the shape of him through his pants. He nearly blacked out at the pleasure of it, the not-enough-but-too-much-ness of it.
‘Do you believe me now?’ he asked, his mouth still working its way down her neck, over her collarbones to the other side. He didn’t know what he was doing, didn’t know why his mouth was still on her skin, why he was practically thrusting against her hand, when he knew how this ended.
But it had been so damn long since he’d been touched.
And he refused to let Daisy think she wasn’t desirable, to think she wasn’t wanted.
Even if it killed him later.
She squeezed a little around him and Elliot grabbed her wrist, moving her hand above her head instead of on his dick. He wasn’t going to survive another second if she left it there.
He had her pinned against the door now, one hand holding her wrist above her head and the other gripping her hip. She was staring up at him, dazed, her pretty lips hanging open in surprise.
A small smile crept over her face. ‘Okay, I believe you.’
He groaned in relief, his mouth back on her neck, her hips pressing against his.
‘So, we can do this?’ she asked, her voice breathy and tight. ‘We can do this without feelings?’
He couldnotdo this without feelings.
But he certainly wasn’t going to walk away now.
‘Don’t worry,’ he told her instead. ‘I know what this is. I get it.’
He moved his hand from her hip, skating across her stomach. He wasn’t going to leave Daisy wanting. She needed something from him, and he would give it to her. He’d pick up the pieces later.
He unbuttoned the black jeans she’d put on for their night out with one hand, eliciting a surprised gasp from Daisy. He smiled against the skin on her throat, still not kissing her lips. Kissing would make this something else entirely. Something intimate and real. And Elliot was barely surviving this as it was.
He slid his hand down her pants.
Daisy whimpered.
‘I’ve got you,’ he said, pushing into her underwear and she was so… wet… His knees nearly buckled. He squeezed his eyes shut.
‘Elliot,’ she rasped and that was it. That was all he could take. His fingers found her clit and Daisy rolled her hips toward him. ‘God, yes,’ she said and he circled his fingers right there, right on the spot that made her gasp those words against him. He still held her hand above their heads, but her other arm was wrapped around his back, her nails digging in as she panted his name.
This was too much,too much. He wasn’t going to survive it. Daisy’s body against his, her mouth on his neck now, her whimpers and moans. But he was determined. He would give her this and then he would back off. He would explain why he couldn’t go any further. He would protect himself.
Daisy’s breath quickened, coming in short little bursts.
‘Elliot, Elliot, Elliot,’ she crooned, rocking against his hand until she stilled, her whole body tense and shaking. She met his gaze, her eyes wild. And then she fell apart, her orgasm breaking over her until she was trembling and Elliot lowered her hand, holding her up instead as she shook against him.
They stayed like that for a while, too long probably, Elliot wrapping both arms around her.
‘That was really, really good,’ she said, talking into his shoulder instead of to his face.
