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“Princess, you better be certain because you say that again, and I'm not going to be able to resist you.”

“I want you, Eli, more than I've ever wanted anything else,” she goaded him because she wanted him to lose control and see her as a strong, capable woman, not the terrified, traumatized kid she’d been.

She wasn't going to break, she’d had sex with other men, she didn't have panic attacks or flashbacks, but what she hadn't done before was make love. She’d never felt the way she felt about Eli with any other man, and she knew that those feelings would change sex, make it something deeper, something more than sensual pleasure, it would touch every single part of her.

Eli groaned, unbuckled her seatbelt and dragged her onto his lap. “I want you so badly, I can't wait,” he growled in her ear.

One of his hands curled around her hip, holding her in place while his other hand undid her jeans and slid beneath the fabric. His fingers stopped just shy of touching her where she was aching for him.

“Eli,” she moaned against his mouth, thrusting her hips forward in an attempt to hurry him along.

“Uh, uh, uh,” he tutted. “Patience, princess. I'm going to take my time, enjoy every second of watching you squirm, it’s going to make hearing you scream my name when you come that much sweeter.”

“Just remember, I give as good as I get,” she warned, nipping at his earlobe.

“I’ll remember that.” He laughed as his finger brushed lightly across her, making her shiver. How could one little touch make her that turned on?

Her mouth found Eli’s again and as badly as she wanted him inside her the way he teased her, pushing just the tip of his finger inside her before withdrawing it, his thumb rubbing circles on her aching bud, worked her higher than she’d ever flown before.

She was torn between wanting it to never end and for him to have mercy on her and letting her come.

Too soon the car stopped. “We’re here,” he said, withdrawing his hand and making her mew a protest.

“You better not ask me again if I'm sure I want this,” she warned, her entire body was turned on, tingling, buzzing, burning for him. “If you don’t finish what you started the second we get inside I'm going to combust.”

“Oh, you’ll be combusting, princess.” Eli wrapped an arm around her waist and climbed out of the car without ever letting her go.

The walk to the building’s door and up to her floor seemed to take forever, and she couldn’t not find Eli’s mouth again, kissing him had become her new oxygen, she needed it to survive, and she didn't even care that they were making a spectacle of themselves.

Somehow, Eli managed to get them to her apartment with her legs wrapped around his waist, while never breaking their kiss, and he managed to do it without them crashing into any walls.

The second her door closed behind them, they were ripping off each other’s clothes with a fervor she hadn't felt before, and from the frantic way Eli was removing her sweater and jeans he hadn't felt it before either.

“You’re gorgeous.” Eli whistled as he gave her an appreciative once over the second he got her naked.

“You're pretty gorgeous yourself,” she said, admiring the view. Eli was every bit as cut as she’d known he would be. “You going to look or you ready to touch.” Grabbing Eli’s hand, she led him through to her bedroom.

When they reached the bed he scooped her up and laid her down reverently, the look on his face was hard to read, she could see the heat, he was as turned on as she was, but there was something else there.

Something deeper. Something she thought was probably a reflection of what she’d see on her own face if she looked in the mirror.

“Eli,” she pleaded. “I need you. Now. Please.”

At the please, his control seemed to snap, he climbed on the bed, hovered above her. “You’re on birth control, right?”

“Yes, and I'm clean.”

“Me too, you good to do this without a condom?”

“I don’t care how we do it as long as you get this inside me now,” she said as she grabbed hold of his hard length and squeezed.

“Is that a yes?” he asked tightly.

“It’s a yes.” She grabbed his hips and tried to hurry him up.

That Cheshire cat grin of his spread across his face and he positioned himself at her entrance, pushing inside her inch by excruciatingly slow inch.

It had been a while since she’d been with anyone, and it took a moment for her body to adjust to his size—and Eli was very well endowed—but once she had she felt full.

Not just her body but her heart and her soul as well.

Eli’s cockiness, confidence, and tender sweetness had managed to patch up her heart and repair her soul.

They moved in a unison that implied years of togetherness instead of their first time. They kissed, their hands roamed each other’s bodies, as their movements grew faster, impatient, as they both neared the peak.

Florence could feel it coming, feeling her entire body growing tighter and tighter, and then she hit the end of the rope, and her body exploded in a fiery passion that didn't leave a single inch of her untouched.

Eli came a second after her, and continued to thrust dragging out both of their pleasure until they both collapsed, sated and happy, against the mattress.

“That was amazing,” she murmured. “I don’t think I'm going to be able to move for a month.”

“Only a month?” Eli asked. “Then my job is not done here. Unless you're out for a year, I have improvements to make.”

She would have been happy to just curl up in Eli’s arms, snuggle for a while, and then drift off to sleep, but it seemed he had other plans. “What are you doing?” she asked as he moved down her body.

“Round two,” he grinned.

“I don’t think I can come again this soon after that.”

“I love a challenge.” Eli settled between her legs, and when the tip of his tongue darted out to touch her and pleasure zinged through her, she realized she was wrong.

Who cared about sleep?

She was going to spend the night making out with Eli, and she wasn't even going to regret it when her alarm went off in the morning.