I think of my girl at home and my heart swells.
I’m with Kate.
KATE
My phone buzzing on the bedside table wakes me and I scramble to answer it. “Hello.”
“I’m out the front,” Elliot’s deep voice says.
“I thought I wasn’t seeing you tonight.”
“You thought wrong, open the door.”
I make my way downstairs and open the door and there he stands. Sexy suit, gorgeous smile, and enough charisma to light up space. He takes me into his arms and kisses me. “Hi there.”
“What happened to seeing me tomorrow?” I ask.
“One night without you was bad, two nights is intolerable.”
I smile against his lips and take his hand and lead him up the stairs. If the truth be told, I missed him too.
I get back into bed and he sits on the side and stares down at me with a soft smile.
He’s different.
“What?”
“Do you know how beautiful you are?” he asks softly.
I smile. “We’re not having sex tonight, just so you know.”
He chuckles as he leans in to kiss me, and his lips take mine with such tenderness that I feel all my defenses fly out of the window.
He kisses me deep and slow and oh . . . maybe we should fight more often. “I’m going to take a quick shower, sweetheart.”
“Okay.”
He kisses me again as he holds my face and I nearly lift out of the bed.
He’s just so . . .
He has a shower and ten minutes later he walks out in a white towel, his perfect body on display in the moonlit room. He drops his towel and I swallow the lump in my throat. No matter how many times I see him naked, it always floors me to see how gorgeous he is.
He pulls back the covers and climbs in beside me. He lies up on his elbow and kisses me, long and slow and oh God . . .
His big, powerful body is snug up against mine, his teeth graze my neck and his hard length rubs up against my panties in just the right spot.
For a long time, we kiss in the darkness, as if we have all the time in the world, and something about him making the boyfriend commitment has amped up my arousal tenfold.
His large body rolls over mine and I pant as he writhes between my legs, grinding me into the mattress. My hands roam all over his muscular back as he stares down at me.
He’s hot, hard, and ready to fuck.
And good God, I come just from the way he’s looking at me.
His breath quivers on the inhale and I know he’s close to the edge of control. I wrap my legs around his thick body and he pushes forward, his hard dick running over my clitoris, adding more heat to the already burning inferno.
“I need you.” He breathes against my neck; his hands knead my breasts with force.
He pushes forward, his cock coming dangerously close to breaking through the material of my panties.
“Elliot.”
“Fuck. Kathryn,” he whispers as if in pain. “You want me to beg? I’ll fucking beg.”
I stare up at him.
“I need it,” he moans as his lips take mine. “Please.” His eyes close as we kiss and I know he’s right here with me.
I need this intimacy too.
We stare at each other and, without a further word, he takes my panties off and he slides in deep.
Our eyes are locked in the darkness, his body deep inside of mine. His eyes flutter shut as he loses control; he tenderly moves inside of me, with care, so much tenderness and sheer adoration . . . I slip into the abyss.
“El,” I whimper.
“I know, baby.” He kisses me with his eyes closed. The emotion between us is palpable. A tangible force that we no longer control.
This is special. He is special.
Elliot Miles is everything I never knew I needed, and regardless of our differences I can’t deny it.
I am utterly and irrevocably in love with him.
ELLIOT
I lean on my elbow as I watch her sleep.
Her hair is splayed across the pillow as she lies on her side facing me, her bare breasts falling across her chest. I lean in and kiss her temple softly, the need to be closer to her almost primal.
We crossed a boundary tonight, broke through some kind of invisible barrier.
My heart is freefalling from my chest and I have no way of stopping it. Nor would I want to.
What’s happening?
I’ve never felt like this before.
There’s no border between us; the separation of the two of us is blurred. She’s like an extension of my body . . . only, in a better way.
She stirs and puts her hand out for me. “El,” she whispers.
“I’m here, baby,” I whisper as I snuggle in closer, put my head on her chest.
She smiles softly with her eyes closed and falls back to sleep.