Rewriting History

“Open,” he murmurs, placing a spoonful of paella at my lips. As I suck the spoon, I can’t help but smirk at how many ways his “order” could be taken.

“What?”

“Nothing.” I grin. “I like it when you tell me to open.”

He rolls his eyes and laughs. “I’ve got myself a classy girl.”

I giggle. “Don’t you forget it.”

The food is fucking amazing. Rich in spice with a hint of heat, my lips are burning from the sensation and it’s making me hot. In more ways than one.

I undo the top button of my shirt in an attempt to cool down. Eli groans, his gaze falling on my chest. He adjusts himself, looking a little uncomfortable as his face colors, and I smirk. Obviously I’m having the same effect on him as he’s having on me.

He leans over and whispers to me. “If you’re going to play with me like that, you need to hurry up and eat so I can bury myself in you.”

I laugh.

My man is on a mission.

We finish dinner and make it out to the car, kissing and touching each other. It’s nearing midnight, but neither of us cares about anything other than being with each other. He groans and pushes me into the vehicle, mumbling something about going back to his place right now. I grin as he revs the engine and accelerates off, because I’m not prepared to wait.

Loosening my seatbelt, I flip my hair over my shoulder and lean over toward him. His eyes leave the road for a second as he raises his eyebrows at me, his expression amused. He can probably guess what I’m about to do because I can guarantee his mind has gone there. He’s a guy: their minds always go to sex—or in this case, blow jobs.

“Eyes on the road,” I say, taking charge for once. He laughs, but obliges.

Undoing the button of his shorts, I can feel how hard he is. I reach in and grab his cock from the confine

s of his clothes. I lean forward and lick from one side to the other before taking as much of him as I can handle. He gasps as my tongue swirls around the circle, loving the salty taste of him.

My eyes lock on his face as I run my tongue down his shaft. He groans, grabbing my hair forcefully, holding me just out of reach.

“Christ, Jill, if you don’t stop I’m going to crash,” he moans.

I roll my eyes and back off. He’s no fun.

The front door of Eli’s house slams behind me and I reach out and grab his hand. He’s too focused on getting to the bedroom, but that’s not what I want now. Not tonight. I drag him into the living room and crawl onto his sofa. He eyes me suspiciously.

“I thought we could talk or something,” I say, teasingly.

He raises an eyebrow. “You want to talk? I had to forcefully remove you from my cock in the car, and now you want to talk? Is this payback or something?” he jokes, sitting down next to me, his tongue flicking my ear lobe. “I thought we could do something more intimate to see in the new year.”

“I’m glad to hear you think having a conversation with me is payback.” I giggle, climbing into his arms. “Remember when we first started talking, how deep and serious our discussions were? I miss that. One of the things that drew me to you the most was your knowledge, and how passionate you were about the things I love.”

“Yeah.” He grins, kissing me on the forehead. “We had some good arguments, too.” He chuckles.

“Discussions,” I retort, sticking my tongue out.

“Sure. Discussions,” he repeats, his eyes twinkling.

“You know what I want to do?” I say suddenly, twisting my body around so I’m facing him. “I want to go to Greece.”

“You should. I’ve been. I spent nearly a year in Greece and Italy back before I started college. One of the best experiences of my life.”

“But then that means I’ll be away from you,” I pout.

“I could always take leave from teaching and work abroad and you study.”

“Really?” My eyes light up. “You’d do that for me?”