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CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE

FOREPLAY DANCE

ELLE

Now

He slides his tip over my wetness.

“More,” I gasp.

When he gives me more, little by little, pausing with something between ecstasy and pain in his expression, I feel every sensation. I was in this before, having the best orgasm of my life when he worked wonders with his mouth and tongue and fingers, but this.

It’s a holy experience.

And it’s Rhodes.

I lose my breath, lose my mind, lose all earlier restraint and pull my legs up, wanting him deeper, all of him.

He’s right. We’ve been dancing this foreplay dance for so long, he’s got me perfectly primed for him, and when he bottoms out, we both let out a ragged exhale.

“Feel how right we are?” he whispers.

“Nothing has ever felt so good,” I tell him.

I flutter around him.

“Don’t you make me come yet,” he groans.

I smile and he kisses it off of me, playful nips until he starts to move and then his kisses feel more like what he’s doing inside me.

I can’t take it. It’s too good. The solid drag of him builds an unbearable ache inside of me.

“Rhodes,” I cry out.

He looks at me and my eyes blur, as he pulls slowly out and pushes so slowly back in.

“Like we were made for each other,” he says, the veins in his arm twitching with his restraint.

“So right,” I whimper.

I reach up and bite his lower lip and his breath hitches. His thrusts go faster, his skin hitting my clit with each slide. My body heats, the pleasure snaking through every part of me. He grips my hips and my breasts bounce, as I arch into every thrust. Until we’re going so hard and fast, I don’t know where I end and he begins. He tells me I’m doing so good. That I’m perfect. How he’s never wanted anything but this and it’s even better than he imagined.

I gasp yes and please between this pure bliss he’s giving me, and his eyes take me in, relief and hunger and restraint crossing his face all at once. Watching his reaction does as much for me as what he’s doing to me with his body, and I start to fall.

He looks so happy as I crest over the edge and I cling to him, pulling him deeper. When I bite his shoulder as I desperately try to take him as deep as I can, it unleashes something in him and he groans, his rhythm becoming crazed. It makes my orgasm ride on forever.

“ Oh ,” he moans.

His head falls into my neck and he stiffens inside of me before the pulses rock through him. I arch into him, wishing it would never end.

When we’ve both caught our breath, he lifts his head and kisses me, slow and sweet. Our tongues tangle together and I gasp when he twitches inside of me. Just like that, desire kicks in and I’m ready for more.

His hand slides up my neck to my cheek and when we break the kiss, we stare at each other in wonder.

“Hello,” he says.

“Hello,” I whisper.

He kisses me again and I nearly cry with how complete I feel. My body has never been so completely sated and alive.

I just had sex with Rhodes and it was transcendental.

“I’ll be right back,” he says, kissing my lips, my nose, my forehead before getting up and going into the bathroom.

I run to the bathroom across the hall, do my business, and the world’s fastest sponge bath, and still make it back before he does. When he comes back, he smells like soap too and he pulls the covers back and picks me up.

“Where are you taking me?” I laugh .

“I want the next time to be in the king-size bed. More room to spread you out.”

I bury my face in his neck. “Awfully presumptuous, picking me up out of bed like you own me.”

“Baby, if I could own you, I’d be the happiest motherfucker there ever was.”

“What are these things you’re saying?” I whisper against his skin, kissing my way up his neck.

“Mmm,” he hums. “I’m not missing my chance. While I’ve got you where I want you, I’m saying it.”

I look at him, full of so many questions, but too afraid to ask them. Now that we’re here, I don’t want to do anything to burst our bubble.

When we reach his bed, he tosses me on the bed and we both grin at each other. It’s still unreal to me that we’re doing this, the barriers we’ve carefully constructed demolished after tonight…or at least for right now. I’m terrified to think of what happens beyond tonight.

He prowls over me and tilts his head up. “On your stomach. I want to see you from every angle.”

When I turn over, his hands guide my hips up, until my backside is in the air. Heat flushes my neck and face. I’m comfortable with my body, but I’m not used to this level of exposure.

My sex life has been vanilla ice cream, not even the melty kind, but the freezer-burn vanilla where you kind of wince with every bite like, is this still good?

But I trust him.

His hands run over my cheeks reverently as he curses under his breath.

“Elle love, I’m obsessed with your tits, but this perfect peach,” he squeezes me, exhaling a rough breath, “goddamn, baby. ”

His hardness slides up and down between my cheeks and I drip in anticipation. His breath hitches and his fingers reach up between my legs to rub the wetness all over me. His lips brush against my ear.

“You ready for me?” he asks.

“Yes,” comes out shakily.

I hear the rip of the condom wrapper and one of his hands leaves me briefly to slide it on. I turn to watch him over my shoulder, and his eyes are trained on where he guides himself inside. I gasp when he enters me and his eyes squeeze shut for a second when he goes in a little further. At my moan, he stares into my eyes before looking down at where we’re joined again.

“Take it, Elle baby. That’s it. I always knew you were mine.”

His words. God.

My head drops forward and I push back into him, making him go deeper. The sensation is already too strong. I already feel close.

“You’re swallowing me up, fucking greedy for me,” he rasps, dragging in and out of me.

“I am,” I moan. “Don’t go slow, I need more.”

“I will, Elle. I will. But first, you’ve gotta be desperate for it.”

I cry out when he goes deeper and then drags out again. His hands tighten around my hips when I try to go faster.

“I’m not going anywhere,” he says. “Do you think anyone else can love your body like I can?”

I bury my face into the bed and he leans down, his chest against my back, his lips against my ear as he continues his painfully slow glide in and out.

“Answer me, love. I need to know that you feel what this is between us. ”

“I feel it,” I say into the bed.

He wraps his fist around my hair and tugs it back so my face is off of the bed and turns me, kissing me the way he’s fucking me. It gets so intense that his movements become more haphazard, picking up tempo, but it’s still not as fast and hard as I want him. He goes in deep and it’s heaven and then pulls back until I’m feral for him.

I break away from his kiss and moan, my body trembling with this insatiable need, and I hear the smile in his voice when he asks again, “Do you think anyone else can love your body like I can?”

“No,” my voice breaks.

His chest lifts from my back, and I miss his warmth, but he makes up for it right away. One hand stays on my hip, while the other moves between my legs, rubbing circles over me, until I’m panting his name. He moves in earnest now, the sounds of our skin slapping together erotic.

“I’ve. Wanted. You. For. So. Long.” His words hiss through gritted teeth as he pounds into me.

My thoughts somersault over themselves, but only in my head.

You have? I’ve wanted you for so long. Every time I looked at you, every time I was near you, every time we’ve laughed together, cried together, were quiet together…every time you called me Elle love and Elle baby.

“Elle. Talk to me, love. Tell me you’re here with me.”

“I’m here,” I cry. “With you.”

White dances over my vision and my eyes scrunch closed, tears rolling down my face as my body experiences pleasure like it never has before.

“Rhodes,” I moan. “I—can’t wait.”

“You’re doing so good…taking me perfectly.” He hisses wh en I clench around him, groaning. “Elle, it’s never felt like this.”

His words stoke the fire in me and I crash and detonate. He lifts my back against his chest, holding me tight against him as we both fall apart. Tiny explosions erupt through me and he holds me through it all, his own raspy groan the most satisfying sound.

Finally, my body is limp and he lays us down, spooning me for a minute while we catch our breath. Then he leans over to see my face and I turn until I’m on my back. My hand winds around his neck and we stare at each other…

Entire books are spoken without us saying a word.