Enemies With Benefits (Loveless Brothers 1)

“Well, weren’t we?” I say.

“Hell yes,” he says, biting my earlobe. “But no one else thinks that.”

I gasp, gritting my teeth together. I’ve got one arm around his shoulders, and I start tugging at his shirt. It needs to come off, now.

Eli obliges. The shirt lands somewhere in my kitchen and his lips land back on mine, his hands quickly undo my blouse. The moment it’s off he pulls my bra straps down over my shoulders, leaving my bra half-on and my nipples exposed and stiff.

He pinches one. I gasp again, and he rolls it between his fingers as my head goes back against the door, my eyes shut.

It feels really, really good. I bite my lip and clench his arms in my fists, trying not to make a noise because despite all this, I don’t want to give him the satisfaction.

I don’t know why, other than by now it’s baked into my DNA.

Then my bra’s off, on the floor. I stand on my own again and I grab the waistband of Eli’s pants, pull him in toward me, his mouth capturing mine again.

He’s hard as a rock, his thick length insistent against me. I’m a puddle of desire, wet as hell.

I slide one hand down the length of his cock, through his pants. Eli growls, grabbing one hip and shoving me back against the door, an untamed flash lighting through his green eyes.

I do it again, but harder. Now he’s wild, one hand in my hair, his lips on my neck. He bites my collarbone and I yelp, but he just laughs, the sound rough and low as he just bites me again. This time the sensation sends a thrill through me, every hair on my body standing on end.

I grab his cock through his pants. He’s big — really big, actually — but desire rushes through me again as he keeps me pinned.

Eli yanks on my pants, undoing the button, forcing the zipper down so roughly I’m afraid he’ll break it.

“Don’t break it,” I hiss.

“It was stuck,” he says, his mouth back on mine.

“Finesse it, don’t force it,” I say.

He slides his hand underneath my panties, his fingers slipping through my folds. I’m wet as hell and I know it, and from the way his kiss suddenly gets rough, even more fiery, he does too.

“Finesse it?” he murmurs, sliding a fingers between my lower lips.

I gasp, my breath catching in my throat.

“How’s this?” he asks, sliding another finger between my lips. He pushes them both inside me shallowly, and my hand on his waistband tightens, tugging him toward me.

“Does that count as finessing?” Eli teases me, drawing his fingers back out of me, sliding them forward until they’re on either side of my clit. My whole body jerks as he squeezes it lightly. I think I moan, so he does it again, harder.

He kisses me, his tongue in his mouth. I squeeze his cock again, my fingers tight around him through the fabric. He groans and pinches my clit, white heat arcing through my body.

“That’s two questions you haven’t answered yet,” he growls, his lips still against mine. “Unless moaning counts as an answer.”

That cocky smile is there in his voice as he rubs me faster, fingers sliding back to my lips, teasing entry before moving away again.

I take a deep breath and force myself to focus for a moment.

“I’m just impressed you know where the clit is,” I say.

He pinches it between his fingers. This time I definitely moan, and Eli grins.

“That?” he asks, and does it again, then again. I’m standing on my tiptoes, pressed against my front door, because we haven’t managed to get any further into my house.

“I saw a diagram once,” he teases, his voice still low.

We kiss. He keeps strumming me, over and over again. I’m trembling from the tension, rubbing his cock through his pants, listening to his breath catch in his throat every time I do.

“You know me, I like to study things real good,” Eli goes on, his fingers still moving, now faster. “Be properly prepared just in case Violet Tulane wants to take me home.”

I can barely listen to what he’s saying. What he’s doing feels way too good, and I know that if he keeps it up I’m going to come hard and fast and without so much as taking my pants off. He kisses me, his tongue in my mouth, his fingers working me.

“Seems like it was worthwhile,” he says. “Since you’re wet as fuck and about thirty seconds from coming, and I’ve barely gotten past your front door.”

“Forty-five,” I gasp.

He raises his eyebrows.

“Is that a challenge?” he murmurs.

His fingers move faster. I kiss him and bite his lip. I moan and I can’t stop, my body closing in on climax.

He slows, then he stops, his fingers teasing my lips one last time before he pulls his hand out of my pants completely, his lips still on mine.