Total pages in book: 22
Estimated words: 19643 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 98(@200wpm)___ 79(@250wpm)___ 65(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 19643 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 98(@200wpm)___ 79(@250wpm)___ 65(@300wpm)
"I wasn't going because I thought you'd be with Mia."
Shit. Really? "Well, I didn't go either. Couldn't see the point if you weren't there."
The air goes heavy all at once. Her throat moves as she swallows, and my body responds before my brain catches up.
"That's ... that would make a good cover story," she says, her voice unsteady.
"Would it?"
She sets her wine glass down on the side table, and I do the same. We're only a few inches apart, and I can see the flutter of her pulse at the base of her throat.
God, I can't even explain this magnetic pull to her. It's like every inch of my body is screaming for her. Elise is the sole object of my starvation, and I don't even mind at all.
"Elise."
"Yes?"
"I have a confession to make. This isn't about the reunion."
"I know."
"I haven't been able to think about anything else since that day at your apartment."
"Me neither."
"That kiss..." I reach out, letting my finger graze along her jaw.
"Was just practice."
"Bullshit." My hand slides to the back of her neck. "We both know that's bullshit."
She doesn't deny it this time. Instead, she sways forward, her eyes fluttering closed for a moment.
"I've got one more confession to make."
Elise sucks her bottom lip between her teeth, and just like that, my brain malfunctions. "What is it, Elias?"
"I've been really obsessed with you since high school." I swallow hard, clearing my throat. "Correction, even during high school."
Her mouth forms an 'o', and she shakes her head. "That's not possible. No. Why me?"
"Why not? Why the hell do you think I haven't dated all these years? No one could hold a candle to you."
"But you're THE Elias King, and I'm … I'm just me." She means little, plain, underachieving me. But I'm not having that.
"You are more than enough. You're more than enough for me, Elise."
"Maybe we should practice some more then."
Well, damn. With fucking pleasure.
My mouth finds hers with an urgency that surprises even me. There's none of the hesitation of our first kiss. This is desperate from the start, all open mouths and searching tongues. My hands grip her waist, pulling her flush against me. Hers thread through my hair, tugging just enough to make me groan.
I walk her backward until she hits the wall, never breaking the kiss. Her body arches into mine, and I slide my hand down to grip her thigh, hitching it up over my hip to press closer, grinding against her pussy.
"Elias," she gasps against my mouth.
Hearing my name like that—breathy, desperate, so much longing—nearly makes me come in my pants. I kiss down her neck, nipping at the sensitive spot below her ear, rewarded by the way she shudders.
I lead her to the sectional, sit down, and pull her onto my lap so she's straddling me, just like last time. But this time, I'm not stopping. Not unless she tells me to.
My hands find the hem of her dress, sliding up her thighs to grip her hips. She grinds down against my cock that's already barbell hard.
"Can I take this off?" I ask, tugging gently at her dress.
She nods, lifting her arms as I pull it over her head, revealing a black lace bra and matching panties. A swift, fierce heat sweeps through me, melting my brain into soup.
"Fuck, look at you," I growl, drinking her in. "So goddamn beautiful."
Her hands move to the buttons of my shirt, fumbling slightly in her eagerness. I help her, shrugging it off and tossing it aside. When she presses against me, skin to skin, I have to close my eyes for a moment to regain control.
"Been thinking about this for days, Elise. About you."
"Me too." Her fingers trace the muscles of my abdomen, making them jump under her touch.
I unclasp her bra, sliding it down her arms, and then she's bare from the waist up, her perfect breasts right there in front of me. I cup them reverently, brushing my thumbs over her nipples, watching them harden under my touch.
"So responsive," she smiles, but her sheepishness drops a hint that I'd better not get too vocal.
I take one nipple into my mouth, sucking gently, rolling it between my lips, then with more pressure when she moans.
"Elias…"
I switch to her other breast, lavishing it with the same attention while my hand slides between us, pressing against the damp lace between her thighs.
"Already wet," I growl against her skin. "Is this all for me?"
"Uh-uh," She grinds against my palm. "Just—," she pauses, presses down, "— for you."
I slip my fingers beneath the lace, finding her slick and swollen. Fuck, my self-control is fraying thread by fucking thread. Elise buries her face in my neck, muffling moans as I stroke her slowly. "I want to taste you," I say against her ear. "Let me taste you, Elise."