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TWELVE

WRENLY

Sucking in a breath, I stand in the master bedroom, wondering what the hell I’m going to do. Ryan has been bathed and is asleep in the guest bedroom inside of his playpen.

His brand-new playpen.

The most expensive one on the shelf. Even though I argued with Eli about the price, he insisted as he grumbled about what bullshit it was and that the whole thing looked uncomfortable. I never thought about that little mat being uncomfortable before. Maybe it is. I don’t know.

Now I’m wondering.

“Hey,” a voice calls out from behind me.

Turning my head, I look over my shoulder to see Eli leaning against the doorjamb again. He looks so damn sexy when he does that, or maybe it’s the way he’s looking at me that’s sexy, I’m not sure.

“Hey,” I respond with a whisper.

“He’s perfect, you know?” he says.

My lips curve up into a smile as I turn around to face him fully. “He is. I brought his baby album. Well, what I use as a baby album, which is really just pictures I took on my cell phone and printed out before I glued them on paper. I made one for you before I came.”

Eli’s lips curve up into a smile. “We’ll look at it later,” he murmurs.

“Later?” I ask.

He takes one step toward me, then another. He stops in front of me, his eyes searching mine. Then he dips his chin slightly, and his lips brush mine before his lips shift to my ear.

“Later, baby,” he whispers.

Later seems like such a dirty word when he says it. His hands grip my waist, tugging me against his chest. I should run. It’s been two years since I’ve been with anyone. He was the last man I’ve been with, and I thought that he hated it—thought that I was terrible.

Eli’s lips slide down my throat, stopping just at the swell of my breast. His gaze lifts to mine, and then he shifts his head backward and straightens. His eyes search mine for a silent moment, although I’m not sure how quiet it is because I can hear my heart beating in my own ears.

Thump .

Thump .

Thump .

“I want you, Wrenly,” he rasps.

I’m not sure I can even breathe at those words. “You want me?” I ask.

He hums, then lifts his arm, extending his finger to touch just beneath my chin and sliding it down the front of my throat, down my chest. He stops just at the collar of my shirt when he reaches the fabric.

“I wanted you the moment I saw your social media. I wanted you the second I walked into that club. Seeing you across the room was life-altering. I just didn’t know how much,” he says.

My heart races inside my chest, pounding against my ribs. I don’t know if it’s going to actually leap out of my body or not, but I think that, at this point, it just might. Straightening, I clear my throat, unsure of what to do.

He doesn’t care that I have no clue what’s going on. He grips the hem of my shirt and slowly slides it over my body, tossing it on the floor somewhere at our feet. I shiver as goose bumps break out over my skin.

Standing in front of him wearing just a bra, I wonder if he’s disappointed in my body. If he is, he doesn’t say so. Instead, he dips his chin and touches his mouth to the hollow of my throat, then sucks on the skin slightly.

His lips travel back up my throat, making their way to my mouth. When I feel his tongue slip between my lips, I let out a moan. He does, too. It vibrates through my entire mouth, down my throat, and into my damn soul.

“Please,” I whisper.

He chuckles against my mouth. “Yeah, baby. You can have whatever the fuck you want.”

I want him

All of him.

Every single ounce.

ELI

She tastes better than she did the first time my lips were on her, and I imagined that taste every fucking night for two straight years. My hands move up her sides, then her back, unclasping her bra before I glide it down her arms.

Wrenly lifts her hands, covering her tits instantly. Sliding my gaze from her covered tits to her eyes, I arch a brow. Her cheeks tint pink from my expression. She opens her mouth, not making a single sound before she snaps it closed.

I wrap my fingers around her wrists and gently tug them away from her body, loosely holding them at her side. My eyes never leave hers. I need Wrenly to know just how fucking serious this is.

“You’re beautiful,” I rasp.

Her eyes widen, her brows lift, and I know that she, without a doubt, does not believe a word I’m saying—but it’s the fucking truth. I release her wrists, and my fingertips gently dance up her sides, then glide over her soft breasts.

“Wrenly,” I breathe. “Fucking beautiful, baby.”

The one and only time we had sex, it was so hurried that I never got to enjoy her body. I’m going to experience every square inch of her fully now. Sliding my fingers over her hardened nipples, I watch as her eyelids flutter closed and her head falls back slightly.

Fucking gorgeous.

Dipping my head, I open my mouth and slide my tongue around her nipple while massaging her other tit, gently pinching and tugging on the hardened bud. I taste her, feel her, and hope that I will be able to consume her shortly.

Closing my lips around her breast, I take as much as I can into my mouth, sucking on her flesh, closing my eyes at how fucking phenomenal she tastes. I can’t wait to have my tongue on her pussy.

Reaching for her shorts, I shimmy them down her legs as I shift from one tit to the other. I slide my thumb across her now wet nipple, and she lets out a moan that goes straight to my cock.

When I hear her shorts fall to her ankles, I know I need nothing more than to feel her pussy against my fingertips. When I slip my fingers between her thighs, it’s my turn to moan the moment they touch her wet folds.

She’s wet and warm, primed and ready for me. I don’t stop touching her, though. My fingers move between her legs before I slip them inside of her. Curling them, I make a come-hither motion before I press my thumb against her clit.

Wrenly straightens her head as my mouth releases her tit. Her eyes are wide, and she starts to ride my hand, almost as if she’s surprised that she’s doing it. My lips twitch into a smirk. I watch her move, loving every fucking second of her climb.

Her hands fly up, gripping my biceps as she starts to make her way to the edge. She’s about to come, so goddamn close that I can feel her pussy pulse against my fingers. She’s warm and wet, snug, and I want my cock buried inside of her more than I can even express.

I want her more than I want to breathe.

And I am going to have her.

All of her.

Now.

When her hips start to buck against my thumb as she searches for her release, I can’t hold back my smile. She’s so close, her body giving away all the telltale signs before she can even express them.

It’s fucking beautiful.

“Come all over my hand, baby,” I murmur as I shift forward slightly and touch my mouth to hers.

She cries out, and I swallow the sound, her body jerking and bucking against me as she rides my fingers. Her pussy clenches around my finger, she whimpers, and then every muscle in her entire body freezes. Then I feel her wetness against my palm.

It’s absolutely beautiful.