Page 47 of Worth the Try (Atlanta Granite #1)

Elodie

A nsel’s eyes darken as he comes into the bedroom after getting Rosie set up with yet another viewing of Brave. “What is that?”

I twirl in the short sundress, letting it flare up and around to give Ansel a show. It’s September, but that doesn’t mean squat in Atlanta. Unless you count ‘no longer sweltering’ as a temperature. With a smirk, I meet his eyes. “This old thing?”

Cursing darkly, he walks across the plush rug and drops to his knees before me.

His deep brown eyes meet mine as he says, “Yes, this old thing. You and these damn short dresses are going to be my undoing.” His hands skim up the back of my calves, then move farther up the back of my thighs before encountering the cheeky underwear I’m wearing.

He growls. “And I’m going to die a very, very happy man.” Then he ducks under the dress.

“Ansel.” I laugh, but it turns to a deep, guttural moan as he slips the panties down and presses his hot mouth to the apex of my thighs.

“You taste so good, Elodie.” The words are barely intelligible as he begins to worship me, tongue and teeth and lips, and I give myself over to him.

The man has been nothing but insatiable since I moved in permanently after we made up.

Sex with a kid in the house, it turns out, doesn’t happen any less than when she isn’t in the house; it’s just more creative.

Ansel licks my center, focusing in on that glorious bundle of nerves as his hands hold me steady against him. I tremble, and he bears down. Ecstasy comes hot and fast, and I’m panting through the orgasm in minutes. It’s barely ended before I’m gasping, “More. I need more.”

He lifts the dress off his head and grins up at me, pure male satisfaction on his face. “Then take off this pretty sundress and let me have you.”

I pull it off and unclasp my bra as he stands and removes his clothes, then we tumble onto the bed.

I spread my legs, eager and wanting, as he positions himself between them.

But instead of pushing inside me like I need him to do, he drops his head to mine for a kiss.

The taste of my arousal is on his tongue, and it sends me soaring.

I grind my hips against him, silently begging. “Want you,” I murmur. “Now.”

He gives a low laugh as he thrusts up, slow and hard, his cock sliding through my wetness and skimming along my clit. “You want this, sweetheart?”

I reach up and take his glasses off, setting them to the side before taking his face in my hands. His beard is soft on my skin. “I want you .”

He groans, taking my mouth with his and drifting a hand to my breast before lazily circling my nipple. His tongue licks inside my mouth as he pinches the stiff peak. The pain it brings is exquisite, and perfect, and I raise my hips again.

“Please,” I whisper against his lips.

But he doesn’t do it, kissing my jaw and neck while his hand travels the length of my body. On a frustrated groan, I roll us, putting him on his back as I straddle him. I press my palms against the tight, muscular planes of his chest, feasting on the sight of him.

He grins mischievously. “Wondered how long it’d take you.”

“You should know that I take what I want now.”

His smile turns sincere. “And I love watching you do it. You are a wonder, Elodie.”

The praise turns me to goo inside. This man , I think. I love this man so much. I take his length into my hands as I hold his stare, then lower myself onto him, memorizing the way his eyes glaze at the sensation.

“Elle,” he whispers. “Fuck.”

I swirl my hips slowly, letting my body get used to him before leaning down for a kiss.

His arms encircle me as my hair curtains around us, blocking the world out.

He fills every inch of me, thick and hot.

I lay my brow on his, the bond stretching between us an almost physical thing.

As if a length of velvet ribbon stretched between us and into us, knotting us into a tangle so unbreakable that no one could ever shake it.

“I love you,” I tell him. Then I say it again. “I love you.”

“I love you, too.” He cradles my cheek, never looking away as he gently thrusts into me. When we kiss, it’s with intention. With need. Desire. Love.

Finally, I rise, taking the full brunt of him inside me as I straighten. He feels so good, so deep within me that I whimper.

“Ride me, baby,” he urges softly, his palms coming to rest on either side of my bottom. “I’m yours.”

“And I’m yours,” I whisper. I begin to move, letting my body take over. We work as one, his hands helping me move up and down, his body chasing my own, every movement designed for pleasure. Emotion soars through me, and tears prick my eyes. The sex is beautiful, tender and soft.

He moves us again, repositioning our bodies in confident, swift motions that have him cradled between my legs as he settles me onto the mattress beneath him. “Let me,” he murmurs, driving slowly into me.

I gasp, and he captures my mouth, swallowing the sound. Our eyes meet as he pulls almost all the way out, then pushes back in. He does it again, and my body opens even more as I take him deeper. “Ansel,” I moan, the pleasure almost too much to bear.

“Yes?” His grin is sexy, confident.

I dig my nails into his ass, and he takes me again, going deep. Our eyes never leave the others’ as we let our bodies speak. I love you. I want you always. You’re perfect. This is perfect. I love you. Emotion is stark on his face, mirroring my own.

He pulls almost to the edge and thrusts in, slow and sure, again and again, until I’m a quivering mess. “Please,” I repeat. The pace is luxuriously slow, and nearly unbearable. “More. More. ”

He pulls my leg up and over his shoulder, and thrusts.

“God, yes ,” I hiss.

Again, he pushes. “How’s this?” He pushes again, his voice low and sensual. “You want my cock like this?”

I arch my neck, and he leans down to lick it, thrusting again as his teeth scrape along my jaw. “Yes,” I breathe.

“I’m going to take you like this forever, Elodie.” He slams into me, and I moan at the pleasure of it. “Fuck, this pussy.” Another deep thrust as he grunts, “You’re so tight around me.”

I squeeze him in answer, and he curses, starting to lose the rhythm.

It’s exactly what I want. I want him undone. Feral. As wild with love as I am. I grip his jaw, and his eyes meet mine again. “Fuck me, Ansel. I want to feel you so deep inside me I scream.”

It’s all he needs. He snaps, letting go of all control as he pounds into me. It’s everything. He is everything. Because even as our bodies lose control, his eyes stay on mine. He moves a hand to my breast, squeezing, then pinching my nipple. I hiss, and he does it again. “Come.”

The one-word command is all I need to let go, shattering into a million pieces as I bite down on his shoulder.

He grunts at the sensation, and I feel him release inside me.

He keeps going, swirling and moving, drawing the orgasm out as much as he can.

When we come to a stop, he raises his head and kisses me. “You’re incredible,” he says.

I grin and tangle our legs together, unwilling to let him go. “Only with you.”

“Untrue.” He nuzzles my neck, his hand stroking down my body before he lifts onto an elbow and looks at me. “Promise me something.”

“Anything.”

He brushes a curl from my face. “Promise me that no matter what comes our way, we’ll do it together. No more facing things alone. We’re a team.”

My heart swells. “A team.”

His eyes crinkle as he beams. “Always.”

“Always.”