Why? Well, Sadie didn’t hug or touch people she didn’t trust. I knew that and had done everything to get her to relax around me from the moment I met her. What I didn’t realize was that he’d also seen the shadows in my eyes, and seeing them disappear as I laughed… Ned knew that like had not only attracted like, but it’d brought light back into the shadows for both of them.
I just wish someone had pointed that out to me.Chapter SixElijahTwo hours later…
MeeMee was a whisky savage. She’d dropped the ginger ale an hour ago, moving on to drinking straight whisky, and had pulled out a secret stash from the very top of the cupboard, insisting that the two of us join her for one. One to me was a small amount in a glass, but this wasn’t good enough for her, so she’d filled the glass until there was only half an inch of space at the top of it.
Add this onto the amount we’d drunk earlier and the half a glass we’d added afterward, and it’s fair to say we were wasted.
“I think that last one was too much,” Sadie slurred, trying to get up off the couch. “We should sleep.”
It felt like the blink I’d just taken had lasted forever, and when I opened my eyes, there was a hand in my face.
“Wasat?”
Looking at what I was pointing at, her eyebrows—what I now knew were her eyebrows—raised. “S’my hand.”
Grabbing it, I tugged at it to see if it would move. When she squealed and landed on my lap, I wrapped my arms around her and snuggled in. “You’re comfortable.”
Patting the top of my head like I was a dog, she pointed out, “You’re sleeping on my boobies.”
“You’re petting me like a dog.” For some reason, this was fucking hilarious, so I buried my face in the space between the pillows under my head and snorted laughing.
“My cat hasn’t got any hair, it’s nice to switch it up sometimes.”
Lifting my head to say something, I misjudged how close we were and stopped when my lips grazed against hers. The good Elijah said not to do it, and it was wrong for some reason. The bad Elijah said to absolutely do it, and it was the best idea ever.
While I was listening to them, Sadie seemed to be having her own internal battle because she squeezed her eyes shut, took a deep breath, and then kissed me. It immediately got heated, all of the sexual tension from earlier jumping to the surface again, and this time the only way I’d stop was if she said to.
I got up carefully from the couch with that in mind and carried her to the bedroom, not stopping the kiss once. Even drunk as a skunk, my coordination was on point. I also remembered to shut the door, not forgetting what that bald little asshole had done earlier to my ankle.
The only flaw in my plan was that I was pretty certain I’d fall on top of her when I put her down. I might have coordination, but that didn’t include balance, and with the room swimming around me, I didn’t want to risk it. So, bracing my knees on the side of the mattress, hoping it would stabilize me, I bent over and lowered her onto the bed carefully, ignoring the pulling on the healing cuts on my hand and the pain from the bruised areas of my body.
Once she was on her back, I reluctantly pulled my mouth away from hers, unable to resist licking her lip for one last taste—even if it was only for a few seconds, hopefully. “Are you sure you want to do this?”
Her eyes were half-mast as she looked up at me, but I could still see the heat in them. “As in, am I sure I want you to put your penis in me?”
The question took me by surprise, or maybe it was the wording? “Um, if you want to be clinical about it, yes. But I was thinking more of licking you, sucking you, then making love to you.”
“I want that,” she breathed, her body starting to wriggle slightly.
Grinning, I closed the distance and kissing her again, loving how soft her lips were and how good she tasted. Kissing Sadie was like a drug for me. The way she flicked my tongue, sucked on the tip, nipped my bottom lip when I was teasing her, and how she’d suck on it afterward were all things I wasn’t sure I could live without now that I’d experienced them.
Wasn’t that how drug addictions happened? You felt so good while you were on them, loved the way they made you feel and think, and the fact you weren’t thinking about anything else. All of that was how kissing her made me feel, so yes, she was a drug.