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THIRTEEN

WRENLY

My entire body feels weak, and my thighs tremble as Eli slips his fingers from between my legs. If he hadn’t slid his arm around my waist, I would be in a pile of mush on the floor right now.

Eli picks me up slightly and carries me over to the bed. My breath hitches the moment the backs of my knees touch the side of the mattress. I expect him to throw me down or something, but he doesn’t. Instead, he lowers me to my feet, his mouth touching mine again as he kisses me.

I melt into him, melt for him, because never in my life have I felt this way, not even two years ago with him. I don’t know if it’s me, if it’s him, if it’s us, but something has changed. This isn’t hurried. It’s needy, yet it’s slow and absolutely sexy.

And I have never felt sexy a day in my life—until this moment, until this man.

I do something daring, something I’ve never done in my whole life. Reaching for his shirt, I tangle my fingers in the soft cotton before I slowly slide it up his body. He smiles down at me and thankfully helps me in finishing to remove it.

That’s when my eyes almost pop out of their sockets. Because, the sight of him—every ripple of muscle, it’s almost too much for my brain to comprehend, and then I immediately feel like I should put my own clothes back on.

I’m definitely not even anywhere near as fit as this man. Where he’s hard and toned, I’m soft and smooshy. He doesn’t let me lament my squishiness, though, because the next thing I know, he’s dropped his pants, and then there is something else for me to stare at in awe.

Because he is hard, thick, and long.

Every single inch of this man is perfection.

Every. Single. Inch.

“Eli,” I exhale.

He hums, his nose sliding alongside mine before he shifts his head down a bit more, and his lips brush across my own. Then something happens. I don’t know what it is, but when he lifts his head, his eyes search mine for a moment. They almost sparkle as they take me in.

“What?” I ask in a whisper.

“You’re so beautiful,” he rasps. “I want to keep you.”

If I could swoon any more than I already am, I would be a whole pile of nothingness on the floor—a whole ball of skin and mush. His hands slide down my ass, his fingertips leaving searing flesh in their wake before he grips the backs of my thighs and picks me up.

Wrapping my fingers around his biceps, I hold on to him as he places me on the bed. He doesn’t even wait for me to get comfortable in any way before he fits his hips between my thighs.

I wrap my legs around his waist and inwardly beg for him to slip inside of me. I don’t actually say anything, though, because I’m embarrassed to ask for something like that. But I want to feel him again. The orgasm I already had from his fingers was the most amazing one I think I’ve ever had. I want to know if it’s even better with him inside of me.

“Wrenly,” he murmurs.

My brain is moving a million miles a minute as I stare at the ceiling, waiting in anticipation for him to slide inside of me. Trying to brace myself for what I know is going to be an uncomfortable intrusion, at least for the first few seconds.

When he doesn’t make a move to enter me, when I feel absolutely nothing down there, I open my eyes and look into his. He’s wearing a concerned expression, and I wonder what I’ve done wrong.

Make no mistake, I’m pretty positive that I did something wrong again, and I know it. He was lying to me when he said that he didn’t leave me in the middle of the night because I was bad.

Then I feel his hand shift. He cups my cheek as his eyes search mine, and he lets out a soft sigh. Holding my breath, I wait for him to say something. I brace for the rejection that I know must be coming. But his lips curve up into a small smile, and instead of saying anything, he tilts his head to the side, and his lips touch mine right before his tongue slips inside of me.

He tastes me.

Consumes me, and then I feel his intrusion as he fills me.

ELI

I sink inside of Wrenly and don’t stop until I’m buried to the hilt.

Fuck.

Me.

Placing my hands on either side of her face, I break the kiss as I straighten my elbows, looking down at her, careful to gauge her reaction. Her legs tighten around my waist, and I stifle back a groan at the sensation.

Fuck, she feels so good, I could come instantly.

Clenching my jaw, I gnash my teeth together in an attempt to regain whatever control I can muster. My arms tremble as I try to keep them straight, trying to keep my torso from pressing against her, from smashing her into the bed.

My knees sink into the mattress before I straighten my back slightly, reaching for her thighs and gripping her there. I begin to move my hips. In and out, my eyes shifting from hers down to our connection.

When I see my wetness as my cock moves in and out of her, I groan at the sight. There is no way in fuck I’m going to be able to keep from coming. My control is slipping with each stroke of my glistening cock into her warm, wet center.

Then I hear her whimper, and my gaze flicks up to hers. Wrenly’s eyes are closed, her neck arched beautifully as she lifts her hands and grips my biceps. She lets out another soft whimper, then follows it with a moan.

Flexing my hips, I don’t stop moving, not only because I fucking love the sounds she’s making, but I’m also climbing my own fucking hill and ready to jump off. I’m so close, standing at the edge, my body screaming to be allowed to find its release.

My control is slipping further and further away from me. It’s starting to slip from my grasp, and then she comes. Her pussy squeezes me so tightly that my neck bows, and I throw my head backward.

The small of my back tingles, my balls draw up, and I come. Slamming inside of her one last time, I bury myself deep, my cock twitching as it empties inside of her. My arms give out, my elbows bending as I lower myself against her chest, burying my face in the side of her throat, my lips finding her skin there before I kiss her.

Sucking on the tender flesh of her throat, I continue to move inside of her with lazy strokes until her pussy stops milking me. Until her entire body goes boneless. Until there isn’t an ounce of cum left inside of me. Only then do I reluctantly lift myself off her and roll over to lie next to her.

We lie next to one another, both of us catching our breath and as she starts to move away from me, I reach across her belly and gently roll her back, then continue to roll her over until she is facing me.

“I need to cover up,” she whispers.

Frowning, I flick my gaze down to her nakedness, then slide it back up to meet hers. “Why?” I ask.

She presses her lips together, her eyes widening as she searches mine. “Eli,” she whispers, but it’s more in a warning tone.

I don’t understand what the fuck she’s getting at. Arching a brow, I clear my throat as I watch her, waiting for her to expand on her warning whisper, but she doesn’t say anything else.

“Wrenly, what?” I ask. “Why do you think you need to cover anything?”

She inhales a deep breath and holds it before she lets it out slowly. “You’re going to make me say it?” she asks. I drag my fingertips along the side of her waist, down to her hip, and back up to the bottom of her rib cage again.

“I guess I am because where I’m sitting,” I say, sinking my teeth into my bottom lip as my gaze scans her naked flesh, “you look fucking amazing, baby.”

“I’ve had a baby, Eli. Nothing is where it used to be. Nothing is as tight and trim as it used to be.”

I almost burst out laughing because I was just inside of her, and if memory serves me correctly, that part of her is just as tight as it was two years ago. Instead of laughing, I slide my hand up her body, cupping her cheek before I slide my thumb across her bottom lip, my eyes searching hers.

“You’re perfect,” I say, my eyes connected and focused on hers. “Even if you weren’t, you still are because that body gave me a son.”

Her eyes well with tears, but she blinks them back. “I’m not,” she breathes. “I saw all those girls at your game waiting for you guys.”

My lips twitch into a smirk. Then I shake my head once. “Baby,” I rasp, “they don’t mean shit. For two years, it’s you I’ve been dreaming of. Just you, Wrenly.”