“I’ve missed you too.”
Chapter Forty-Six
“YOU LOOK AMAZING,” he says. “Where are you coming from?”
“Job interview,” I say. I don’t go into details. I can barely utter three words.
He rakes a hand through my hair. “I got your message.”
My heart stops, and I venture a look up at him — he’s too beautiful. “Why didn’t you reply?” I ask. “You tore my heart apart when you didn’t respond. I thought we’d never speak again.”
“I’m so sorry,” he says. “I wanted to be sure before…”
“Be sure of what?”
He pulls me in closer. His hold is steady and strong. He draws my mouth to his. “No more talking.”
Our kiss almost kills me. For a moment, I lose all my senses. There’s nothing on earth but him and I, and this kiss. It grows in intensity, and I want to lose myself in him right here. I reluctantly pull away. I open my eyes, and remember where I am. “My neighbors…” I say. My neighbors don’t know about the divorce yet. Even the kids don’t know yet. My gaze darts across my yard — thankfully, we’re secluded; shrubs, trees and an awning. “Let’s go inside.”
As soon as the door is shut behind us, he asks, “Is your husband here?”
“No, he doesn’t live here anymore.” I smile playfully. “We’re all alone.”
A slow, wicked smile curves his lips, and he slams me against the wall, so hard that a photo hanging on the opposing wall falls to the floor in a clatter. I couldn’t care less.
He claws at his satchel, pulls it over his head, and throws it on the floor. Then off goes the jacket, not fast enough. He kisses me slowly as he unbuttons my pea coat. He’s barely touching me, and he’s already driving me insane. I fiddle with my bottom button, helping him along.
“In a hurry?” he teases.
“Yeah,” I groan.
Finally, my jacket is off, but there are more buttons — my suit jacket.
“You look fabulous,” he says. “And the shoes are sexy as hell. I bet you got the job.”
I laugh. “I don’t care.” I really don’t. All I want is Eli.
I pull up his t-shirt and lick a line up the side of his torso where I can feel the ridges of his ribs — it’s my favorite spot. He tastes sweet and salty.
“God, I want you so badly, Gabriella,” he breathes.
I reach down past his belt to see the evidence — he’s not lying. I haven’t gotten the shirt off yet, and I’m still fully dressed — this isn’t moving along fast enough. He pulls from me, and his gaze fixes mine. His eyes are just as I remembered, the kind of eyes you could never forget. “You’re even prettier than I remember,” he says.
He peels off my suit jacket, and kisses the hollow at the base of my neck. His kiss is so soft and sweet, but then he travels to my shoulder and bites me gently. I let out a small laugh. I’m so turned on, I can’t stand it.
I lean back on the wall. I feel powerful in my designer blouse, pencil skirt and tall heels. “Take off your shirt.”
A hint of a smile traces his lips. “You’re very bossy today.” He reaches for the hem of his shirt and pulls it over his head, revealing his flawless abs.
God, have mercy.
“Now come over here,” I tell him, “and take off my shoes.”
He grins playfully, and drops to his knees at my feet. I place my foot gently on his leg. He slides his hand down the curve of my heel, and gently takes the shoe off, all the while fixing me with his amazing eyes. It’s so fucking hot, I fear I might combust.
He sets the shoes in a neat line next to us, and grabs one of my legs, just above the knee. He pulls me close to him, hikes up my skirt, and buries his face between my legs. His hot breath on my pussy drives me wild. He reaches for the lace band of my black panties, and peels them off slowly.
I lean my head against the wall, not believing this is happening. Am I having the best dream of my life? My panties are off, hanging on one ankle. He grabs the underside of my thigh, and hikes a leg over his shoulder. He slides his tongue down my sex, and I melt into him.
