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Her mouth went dry, and she could barely draw in enough air to function. What did she say to that? She didn't want to encourage him, she wasn't ready for sex yet, and yet her body was screaming at her that it vehemently disagreed.
Florence
I don’t think sex on the street
outside my apartment, or sex in the
back of your car is appropriate
Eli
Who said that tomorrow morning
was when I'd see you next?
A knock on the door accompanied the text.
Florence set her phone down on the small table by her couch, needing a moment to calm her racing heart and cool her libido before she replied to Eli.
She checked the peephole and sucked in a breath when she saw who was standing on the other side of her door.
Opening the door, she didn't even have time to say anything before he had grabbed her, dragged her close, and his mouth descended on hers, kissing her like he was possessed and she was the only cure.
Eli’s arm hooked under her bottom, and he lifted her up, carrying her into the apartment and kicking the door closed behind them.
He carried her to her small kitchen and set her down on the counter, standing between her legs as he continued to kiss her, his tongue probing into her mouth, teasing hers and making her entire body tingle.
“If you want me to stop you better say something now,” Eli whispered against her lips.
Stop was on the tip of her tongue, but she couldn’t say it.
She didn't truly want him to stop.
As much as the logical side of her brain said that there were too many things that could go wrong and that she could wind up with a broken heart, her body and her heart said that she wanted more.
She wanted what Eli was offering.
Wasn't it unfair to pin the actions of others on him?
He’d done nothing to justify her doubt—it was simply a product of her past—and if he said that he wanted her and wanted to see where things could go with them, then shouldn’t she believe him and take him at his word?
“Don’t stop,” she said, curling her fingers into his hair and drawing his mouth back to hers.
She was wearing a pair of pajama pants and a tank top, and Eli’s confident hands slipped under her top, sliding up to claim one of her breasts. She moaned into his mouth as his expert fingers kneaded her and then began to roll her sensitive nipple between his fingertips.
She almost came from that simple touch, it had been so long since she’d been with a man, and she’d never ever been with one who she had feelings for, it had always just been about getting her needs met. But this…this was something else. This time her heart was involved.
It shouldn’t be, it was too soon, but it was what it was.
When his hand left her breast, trailing down her stomach, she mewed her protest.
“Don’t worry, princess,” he chuckled, “I have something better for you.”
His hand slipped under the waistband of her PJ pants and went straight to the bud that was already swollen and needy, desperate for some attention. She was wet and dripping, and Eli ran his fingers through it before returning his attention to the spot that was crying out for him.
He continued to make love to her with his mouth, while his hand expertly ministered to her, and it was only a minute later that white spots began to dance in front of her eyes.
They exploded into a mass of colorful confetti as her body wound up tighter than she had realized was possible, and then unfurled in a blast of pleasure that seemed to go on and on.
By the time the feelings faded, she was slumped forward, resting against Eli’s chest.
The smug grin on his face made her give him a lazy smile. “Pretty pleased with yourself, huh?”
“Anyone else ever made you come that hard?”
“Nope.”
“Then yeah, I'm pretty pleased with myself.”
“You’re so cocky.” She idly ran her fingers through his dark hair then let them trail down his cheek, his stubble tickling them. Her gaze fell to the tent in his pants. She moved her hand to unbuckle his belt, wanting to give him the same pleasure he’d bestowed upon her, but he stopped her.
“Not tonight,” he said.
“But you’re going to be uncomfortable if you don’t do something about that.”
“You’re not ready for sex.”
“I never said that.”
“You didn't have to.”
Since he was right, she didn't bother arguing with him. “We don’t have to have sex for you to get off.”
“I know, but really, it’s fine,” he said, his hand lifting to tenderly cup her cheek.
“You’re nervous about this, about us, and I don’t want you to think that all I'm interested in is sex, because I’m not.
I'm interested in you, princess. Sex can wait until you’re ready, and I don’t want to come until I'm buried deep inside you.”
That might just be the nicest thing anyone had ever said to her.
Florence nestled her head on his shoulder, and he wrapped his arms around her, holding her tucked against his chest. This was nice. She’d never been held just for the sake of being held, and until this moment, she hadn't realized just how much she’d needed it.
Being held like this was so intimate, in Eli’s arms she felt safe and protected, but also cared about and wanted.
Maybe there was something in this happy ending stuff after all.
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