Embracing Ellie (K&S Securities 3)

I turn around to face him. “I’d like that,” I admit a little breathlessly.

“You would?” His voice is deeper, husky, as he carefully backs me through the doorway until the back of my legs bump the bed.

I nod, my ability to formulate thoughts into words momentarily lost, the full length of his body pressing against mine, his fingers tangling in my loose hair.

“Would you like to get back in bed with me for a little while, Miss Lovell?”

“I think I would, Mr. Stone.” I play along with his gentle flirting, feeling so unencumbered by the weight of responsibility that usually sits on my shoulders.

“Up you go then,” he suddenly grasps my hips, lifting me up almost like he did with Auggie. My happy laughter fills the room as I place my hands on the bunched-up muscles of his shoulders steadying myself. He’s not even straining to hold me up this way. He winks and lets me go. My butt hits the mattress and before I even bounce once he’s beside me, propped up on his elbow while I push my hair out of my face, laughing harder than I have in years.

Rolling us over until I’m sprawled on top of him his fingers dig relentlessly into my sides making me giggle uncontrollably. His rumbling chuckle joins mine when I return the action, swiftly working my fingers into his side seeking to find a spot that will make him as giddy with laughter as I am. A swift knock followed by the door cracking open interrupts us, making me scurry off him.

“It’s just me, you don’t have to act like you weren’t making out or whatever,” Liz pokes her head around the door and rolls her eyes at me while taking in my minimal clothing and my chest, heaving with rapid breaths, as I lean my back against the cool wall.

I throw my pillow at her, and we both laugh when it falls way short of its mark, landing with a soft thump on the floor in the middle of the room.

“You throw like a girl,” Blake laughs.

“Whatever!” Lizzie and I both exclaim in mock offense at his words. I love that we still do that sometimes.

“Anyway, Mama heard you laughing in here and wanted me to tell you that we’re leaving to get breakfast.” She says looking us up and down with a smirk. “I guess that means you’re staying here. Alone.”

“Yeah, Blake had to work late,” I reply lamely. She shakes her head, her smile spreading across her face with another exaggerated eye roll.

“He doesn’t look tired now,” she snarks. She’s right. He doesn’t look tired at all. He looks rumpled from sleep, and so, so yummy.

I return her smirk with one of my own, “No. He doesn’t, does he?”

“Have fun Ells,” she sing-songs, closing the door behind her. Her voice drifts down the hall, belting out Ellie and Blake sitting in a tree K-I-S-S-I-N-G at the top of her lungs. I look at him trying to gauge his reaction to her teasing. He looks amused by the craziness that is my life. Thank goodness for small favors.

“Was she like that before the accident?” he asks, smiling despite his serious question.

“Pretty much. Yeah.” I admit, nodding. Lizzie was always the playful, outgoing one in our duo and seeing that part of her personality coming back after being missing for so long makes my heart soar with gratitude. “We haven’t seen much of that Liz since the accident…” I admit, leaning against his shoulder as he moves to sit beside me.

“Will she ever get better?” He asks, genuine concern in his voice.

“I don’t really know, but maybe. Someday. The doctors say it’s not impossible.” I sigh, not wanting to talk about the accident or Lizzie’s recovery today. I don’t know if that makes me selfish or a bad person, but I just want this time with Blake to be for me. Us. He seems to pick up on my shift in mood, wrapping his arm around me and hauling me to sit across his lap.

“Before we were… so rudely interrupted,” he whispers, his cheek brushing mine, his warm breath tickling my ear, “I was thinking…”

He hesitates, drawing out the moment between us, his soft lips a startling contrast to the roughness of his unshaved face as he nuzzles his way from my ear to my cheek, making his gradual way toward my mouth.

“What?” I can’t help the way I moan the word, needing his kiss more than I need my next breath.

The light brush of his lips against mine has me sucking in a hard breath. Tingles race through my body, all of them converging instantly between my thighs making me slick and needy for his touch.

“I was thinking,” the tip of his tongue darts out to taste the corner of my mouth, “now that neither of us have morning breath,” he repeats the maddening caress, “maybe… you might want to kiss me now?”

An uninhibited whimper breaks from my throat and I take the lead, my fingers clasping his nape, holding him immobile while I close the minuscule distance and capture his lips with mine. I boldly slick my way across his plush bottom lip feeling his small smile curving against mine before his lips part, allowing me deeper access. I surge against him, throwing my leg over his to straddle him, my center riding the hard ridge under the thin layer of his sweats.

Slowly, opening my eyes to meet his, I roll my hips, practicing what I think is a sexy movement. When he moans and his teeth clench and the cords in his neck tighten I do it again, feeling sensual and oh, so wicked. Little bursts of glitter sparkle through my veins. My eyelids droop heavily, unable to stay open under the onslaught of sensations rioting through my body.

“Just like that, angel,” Blake rasps, thrusting up, driving that delicious hardness against my soft core.

“Yes,” I agree, my head dropping forward on my useless neck as a rolling wave of pleasure unlike anything I ever imagined crashes through my body at just the suggestion of his massive shaft entering me. He does it again, his hard fingers gripping onto my hips, helping me set a steady tempo as our bodies rock together. It only takes a couple of his hard, upward thrusts to turn me into a quaking mass of neediness.

My little cotton shorts are soaked, clinging to my tingling flesh. I wonder if he can feel how affected I am by what we are doing. One last nudge has me crying out in wonder and I rock harder. Heat coils low in my belly before spiraling out like it did yesterday when his mouth was on me. I want that again. I open my mouth to say the words, but only a low keening sound comes out.