He chuckles softly, the corner of his lips turn up into a panty-dropping smirk. “Years, Cami. I’ve been waiting for you to finally see me, and as soon as you did, reality smacked me in the face, and I remembered you’re not mine. Never have been.” He brushes his arm over his forehead. “You just got out of a relationship, and I shouldn’t have crossed the line, but the temptation was too hard to resist.”
“I wasn’t saying no,” I tell him. “I kissed you first yesterday.”
“I know, but—”
“But nothing,” I interrupt, tilting my head at him. “Stop trying to convince yourself that you’re not good enough for me because that couldn’t be further from the truth. I’m not worthy of you.” Licking my lips, I bring a hand to his chest and fist his shirt, yanking his face lower. “If that doorbell hadn’t interrupted us, we would’ve ended up naked on that couch, and my only regret would’ve been that it didn’t happen sooner.”
His intense stare burns through me, and I anxiously await his reaction.
“I don’t want to be your rebound, Cami. Or your quarantine fling. So unless you can say with one hundred percent certainty it’s not, then I can’t. Don’t give me false hope. Please,” he begs.
“I swear it’s not like that at all,” I whisper, panic building inside me. “I want you, Eli. I’ve always wanted you.”
He clenches his jaw, not saying a word, but he continues to stare. After a moment, he blinks. “Say it again.”
Butterflies invade my stomach at the roughness of his voice, demanding and sultry. “Kiss me. I want you, Elijah Ross.”
One second, my feet are on the floor, and the next, they’re wrapped around his waist. My back presses against the wall as our lips collide. My arms grip his shoulders, holding him tightly as he effortlessly supports me with one palm under my ass. Our tongues tangle together, and we’re barely breathing as we desperately taste each other.
I moan against his mouth as he pushes into me, and I feel how hard he is for me. He was turned on yesterday too, and my mind went wild, imagining how it’d feel to touch.
“Fuck, Cami,” Eli whispers my name with painful exaggeration before moving his lips over my jaw.
My head falls back as he sucks on my neck. It sends heat straight between my legs. I want his tongue and fingers there, but honestly, I want all of him, everywhere. Now.
“I need you inside me,” I plead as he presses himself into me again.
“Christ,” he hisses. “I want to, Cami. I really do…”
“But?” I meet his hardened gaze. “What’s the problem?”
“I don’t have any condoms,” he responds.
Furrowing my brows, I ask, “You don’t? Seriously?”
He sucks in his lower lip and shrugs. “I was coming up here to isolate, alone. Didn’t know I’d need them.”
Shit. He’s right. I don’t have any either because Zane was bringing his stash.
“Any chance you think Amazon would deem them essential and overnight them?”
Eli laughs. “Maybe it’s a good thing. It’ll force us to go slow.”
“That sounds like the opposite of fun, though.” I stick out my lower lip and pretend to pout.
“Ohh, Cami. How wrong you are.” He releases me until my feet touch the floor, then he kneels in front of me, grabbing the hem of my leggings and pulling them down to my ankles.
“Did you forget something?” He arches a brow as I step out of them.
“No, I shaved this morning, thank you.”
He tilts his head and licks his lips. “I can see that.”
“Oh, no panties. That’s because I came down here to seduce you,” I tell him matter-of-factly and am almost embarrassed by how quickly I blurted that out.
“Jesus,” he chokes out. “You’re making it hard to say no.”
“Then don’t,” I say. “I’m on the pill and always get my annual screening.” If he doesn’t touch me soon, I won’t be able to stop rambling.
He groans, wrapping his fingers around my thighs. “Spread your legs.”
I part my feet, my heart beating faster with every eager second. Eli moves a hand up and slowly brings a finger to my pussy, then slides it across my slit. “You’re already wet.”
“Mm-hmm,” I hum, my eyes rolling. He’s torturing me. “I wasn’t lying when I said I wanted you.”
“I guess not,” he says, chuckling softly.
If I admired his facial hair before, it’s nothing compared to how it feels when it rubs against my skin. It’s rough and tickles, and I crave more of him. His tongue slides to my clit, and he squeezes it between his lips.
“Oh my God.” My fingers curl in his hair as the sensations ripple through me. “Don’t stop. Please, for the love of all that’s holy, do not stop.”
“Don’t worry, princess.” He emphasizes the nickname he’s called me for years, except this time it sounds sweet and hungry. “I could please you for fucking hours.”