CHAPTER 18
Elena
Extra-large eggs, butter, tomato, onion, garlic, serrano pepper, flour tortillas, and a pack of thick-cut, hickory-smoked bacon. “Ohhh, this is the best thing in creation,” I announce, closing the door to the refrigerator. After being in his house for two whole days, I’m comfortable with looking for the things I need in the fridge.
“What’s that?” He pulls a pan from the drawers in the kitchen island to start breakfast then glances in my direction.
I hold the jumbo pack of bacon up to my shoulder so he can see. “It’s the best-tasting thing you’ll ever have.” Thick cut is always more expensive, so we rarely had it when I was a kid. That didn’t stop me from planning for the next grocery trip. “Breakfast, shish kabobs, club sandwich, beans, it’s all good.”
He sets the pan on the stove as I unload my haul on the counter. Before I can move, his hand’s in my hair. I gasp. He turns my head to face up at an angle so all I can see are the small doors on the cabinet over the stove.
“Addler?”
The first time he did this, I had a moment of panic. Now, knowing him a little better, anticipation is curling in my belly despite how many times we had sex since we got back yesterday.
He moves to stand behind me, close enough to feel the heat of his body against my back. His beard touches my neck, bringing my body alive, announcing his kiss and preparing for whatever he wants. I lower my eyelids, enjoying the way his breath fans over my skin between kisses.
“You’re wrong santita.” He bites my earlobe then runs his tongue along the shell of my ear. “Not the best-tasting thing I’ve ever had.”
I chuckle, covering his hand where it sits right below my breasts. Okay, maybe the flattery makes me feel a tad bit cheesy, but I can’t deny how much I’m enjoying it. “You’re being silly.”
Seconds later, I’m on the floor, and he’s got the shirt I’m wearing half open. I have one leg against the tile, knee bent, the other hooked over one massive shoulder. He hasn’t touched me yet, but my senses are heightened by the warmth of his breath. Some weird kind of energy surrounds us. It’s magnetic, feeling like my body’s drawing him near. Then his head’s lowering between my thighs. “Addlerrrrrr.”
The initial touch of his tongue is a shock to my system. This, I wasn’t prepared for. He moves along my seam, a firm touch at the beginning and the flat of his tongue at the end. There’s no way I could ever have imagined I was capable of feeling this sensation. Part of me wants to move, to wiggle out from under him. The other part of me wonders how I haven’t melted into the floor.
His tongue runs along my pussy. Every nerve ending in my body reacts. My head hits the floor as my back arches. “Addler.” I shift my hips, but he doesn’t even acknowledge me calling out to him, much less pause.
I know more words; I just can’t think of a single one. Nothing more than incoherent sounds come out of my mouth. Something inside me is clawing toward the cliff, but I can’t quite reach it. “Please…” I’m not even sure what I’m asking. I just know I need a little more to get me over the edge, and I’d swear he’s holding back on purpose. Making me squirm. Making me beg.
I shudder, and I’m sliding back. “No…Addler, please.” Then he stops, and I’m devastated. I dig my teeth into my lower lip, biting back the scream in my throat. He’s doing it on purpose. Punishing me for some reason.
He climbs up my body, planting a hand on either side of my head. “No saying no, remember?”
And there it is. I clamp my hands on his shoulders, digging my fingers into his bare skin. Settling on his elbows, he leans down, his face little more than an inch away from mine. It would be so easy to reach up, cup his face with both hands and—
“Is this what you want?” His cock, full and hard, rubs along my folds, sparking the flame of hope. I’ve gone from never having touched a man to riding one at every opportunity. It’s like my body realized how much I’ve missed out on and wants to make up for it immediately.
“Oh yeeees.” My hips jut against his, an automatic reaction to his teasing. My nipples brush his chest, the hard buds reminding me how much I enjoy his touch. There are moments where it’s felt like he wants to devour every inch of me. And at other times, he could be worshiping any given part of me.
His gaze roams my face, but he doesn’t move. “How bad?”
I whimper, unable to put thoughts together to follow what he’s saying. His golden gaze reaches mine then lowers to my lips. He runs the tip of his tongue over my bottom lip. Oh God. I catch my breath. I’m not kissing you, Addler. He wants to kiss. The one thing I’ve been denying him—denying myself, because it’s the one thing I found myself wanting since we first met. Would it be so bad?
A kiss would be the least of everything we’ve done this weekend. Just a sliver of what we’ve shared. Parting my lips, I tilt my head back, reaching his mouth.
Shockingly, I taste myself on him. Something I hadn’t considered at the time. The kiss is wanton and wicked and running as wild as the blood rushing through my veins.
Like with everything else he’s done, he quickly takes control of the kiss. He’s devouring me, learning every contour of my mouth, continuing until I learn the taste of him.
He’s taught me something new. This is more than mouths joining together. More than petting while feeling like you’re somewhere far away while your body’s involved with your partner.
One thrust, and he’s inside me, possessing everything within me. The pressure of his hips drives him deep. I sigh into his mouth, wrapping my arm around his neck.
The moment burns into my mind, into my consciousness, where I’m sure I’ll carry it for the rest of my days.
His hand slides down my waist and hip, pulling my leg up high. Then, in a surprise move, he flips us so I’m on top. His words come back to me. I like that I don’t feel like I’m going to crush you.
“Go on, santita.” He reaches for the last few buttons at the shirttail. “Take what you want.”