One to Keep (One to Hold 2)

Through the haze, I noticed her fingers on my ass, touching, exploring as her mouth burned a trail down my neck, her small tongue tasting before she bit my skin. The small pain registered directly to my cock, prompting more deep thrusts until I was gone, pounding her hard, flooding that condom. My whole body shook until finally I collapsed, spent, breathing hard against her hair, her fingers still moving on my ass.

Finally, I reached back and caught those wrists, holding both her wandering hands together over her head. The position pulled her breasts together in perky rounds beneath me, and I couldn’t help it. I leaned down and caught one in my mouth, giving it a little suck, prompting a moan, before rising up to look at her again.

“What were you doing?”

“Mmm,” she sighed, that little glint in her eye as she grinned up at me. “Playing with you.”

“You bit me.”

A tiny giggle slipped from her throat. “You came hard.”

I kissed her for that. “You’re amazing, and you’re crazy in the sack, and I love it.”

She laughed, that gorgeous sound I hadn’t heard in a week, and lifted her lips to mine again. I released her hands, and she caught my neck, roughly claiming my mouth before breaking away. “Shall I tie you up again?”

My forehead dropped to her shoulder as I laughed. “How about we save that for a night when I’m not so tired.” I might’ve resisted initially, but the memory of that blazing hot fuck was imprinted in my brain. We’d be going down that road again, I was sure of it.

She exhaled a contented sound, pushing me onto my back and resting her head on my shoulder. “I guess you’re right. There’s no point fighting this.”

“That’s my girl,” my hand smoothed her back. “We’ll be together as much as we can, and we’ll work out the distance problem as soon as possible.”

Exhaustion was creeping in, causing my eyes to grow heavy. Releasing a week of painful tension in bed with her after that long drive, all of it was hitting me hard, but I didn’t want to be the dick who fell asleep the minute I got what I wanted.

“How was Back to School?” I said, suppressing a yawn.

Elaine turned, and I saw her covering an enormous yawn of her own. Of course, I laughed.

“Sorry!” she said, shaking her head. “It was fine, but damn, I’m exhausted.”

Warmth flooded the place in my heart that for days had been a cold, dry ache. “Let’s get some sleep then.”

She curled around, pressing her back against my chest, and my arms went tight around her. After all we’d shared, it felt inevitable to have her this way. Her body drew me in until my heart beat with hers, and my soul felt threaded to her very breath. My lips pressed against her neck, then behind her ear. She was amazing.

“I’ll tell you all about it tomorrow.” Her voice was growing quieter, and I kissed the top of her shoulder, surrendering to sleep. I was back in heaven, and I wasn’t leaving this place or my angel ever again.

Chapter 14 – Then I Met You

The sound of plates clanging together woke me. I was alone in the bed, and it sounded like Elaine was rearranging the kitchen. A smile immediately curled my lips, and I hopped up, hitting the bathroom to lose the wood before stepping into my jeans and heading to where she was.

“What are you doing in here?” my brow creased as I took in the pots and pans scattered around my lady, who was dressed in a short white gown. It was lacy and showed off her body in the most incredible way. Morning wood returning.

She glanced up and her shoulders dropped. “I’m sorry,” she said, stepping over a pot to kiss my cheek. “I didn’t mean to wake you. I wanted to serve you breakfast in bed, but I can’t find my damn omelet pan.”

Catching her waist, I pulled her closer to me, kissing her temple, the side of her ear before whispering, “I’ll take you out for breakfast.”

Her body relaxed, and I felt her smile. “Have some coffee at least.” She stepped around to pick up a glass pot sitting on the counter as I admired her body under that nearly sheer nightie.

“I’ll just have some juice,” I said, going to the fridge. “Got any?”

“Yeah, help yourself,” she said, distracted as she put the pans back in the cabinet.

My phone buzzed from the center of the bar, and I realized I’d pretty much just walked out of the office yesterday afternoon. Derek probably thought something had happened. I grabbed the OJ and reached for a glass in the rack. Leaning against the sink, my phone buzzed again, and she glanced at it.

“You’re getting a text,” she said, lifting the small coffee pot and pouring the dark brown liquid in her mug.

“Is it Derek?” I took a long drink, not worried. “He probably thinks I had a family emergency or something the way I left yesterday.”

Her brow creased, and she turned her head to read the face. “It’s Kenny. He wants to know if Fatal Attraction got you.” Her green eyes were hesitant as they rose to mine. “What’s that about?”