Rachael: And…
April: There’s only one bed.
Rachael: And…
April: Rachael!
Rachael: Do you want to “share” the bed with Elias?
April: It wouldn’t be smart to “share” the bed with a client. Would it?
Rachael: Technically, he’s not your client.
April: That’s what he said. I need help here!
Rachael: Do you have condoms
April: What?
Rachael: Don’t worry. He probably has that covered. LOL!
April: This is a best friend fail. You’re supposed to tell me the many reasons why I shouldn’t do this.
Rachael: Do you like him?
April: Of course. He’s really nice and he has the gorgeous thing going on. But…I really like him.
What exactly am I afraid of? I’ve never had a one-night stand. But could sleeping with Elias be considered a one-night stand? I do already know him. But he’ll be leaving after the wedding, and I’ll never see him again. Is that what’s bothering me, that he’ll be gone in a few days? Or that I’ll only be a memory to him?
Rachael: I can hear you overthinking everything from here. Don’t make it difficult. He’s hot. Do him. Don’t bug me anymore. Henry and I are in the middle of binge-watching The Walking Dead.
I frown at the phone, turn it off, and toss it back in my bag. Rachael was no help at all. When I hear the bathroom door open, I turn. Elias takes my breath away. He’s wearing only a pair of tight black boxer briefs. But it’s not his phenomenal chest or the impressive bulge under the cotton that makes my stomach flutter. It’s the intensely predatory look in his eyes as he closes the gap between us.
He turns me to face the window, and I feel the heat of his body press against my back. Gently he brushes my hair over one shoulder before his soft lips land just below my ear. A shiver goes down my spine. The one thing I know for sure…being with Elias won’t be “nice.” It’ll be tsunami-level good.
Elias
I see April standing in front of the window as I enter the bedroom, and my dream of us together in the elevator comes to mind. I go to her, take her shoulders in my hands, and turn her until she’s facing the window. Just like in my dream, I can see our reflection in the glass pane. I sweep her long, golden-brown hair over one shoulder and lean in to press my lips to her skin.
“Sweet,” I murmur, tasting the area behind April’s ear. Goosebumps form under my tongue, proof that she feels the same undeniable attraction that I do. A heady scent that must be all April invades my senses as I nuzzle her hair. “I want you, April. But the decision is yours. I’ll walk away now and sleep on the couch, if this isn’t what you want.”
She shivers in response as my lips caress warm skin. She tips her head, giving me complete access to the creamy smoothness as I kiss every inch that my wandering lips can find. My hands travel over the soft cotton fabric of her borrowed nightgown to rest just below her breasts. Her back arches, pressing her into my rigid arousal. As much as I want her, it’s her decision if we take things further. “Do you want this?” My hands shake, needing to touch.
April’s gaze meets mine in the reflection of the window pane, and she answers with a rasp in her voice. “Yes, Elias. I want you. I want this.”
With a slight grin, I nip her earlobe, then suck away the pain. Covering her breasts with my hands, I run my thumb over the hardened peaks. When I tweak them between my thumb and forefinger, April moans and pushes back, seating me perfectly between her full, round cheeks. I want to play out my dream, but I’m already on edge. Never have I felt this out of control.
When she turns in my arms and pulls my head down to take her lips, I’ve lost what little bit of clarity I had. My singular focus is bringing her pleasure. Slipping a finger under the strap of her gown, I push the narrow strip from her shoulder and kiss the spot I’d uncovered. Hooking a finger under the remaining strap, I pull it away from her skin and then let it drop, watching spellbound as the gown catches on the nubs of her nipples before dropping to reveal her body. “You’re gorgeous.” Perfection. Her breasts are full, with plum-colored nipples that I need to taste. I smooth my hands over her waist and lower to her hips. Her small hands hesitantly touch my chest, and a tremor runs through my body like a live wire.
For a moment I think she’s going to push me away, but instead, her hand inches up my chest, wraps around my neck, and pulls my head down. “Thank fuck. I’ve got so many dirty things I want to do to you.”
She moans and blows me away when she says, “Me, too.”
I hear a groan that could have been mine as my mouth crashes down on hers. I pull her in closer, and her breasts flatten, pressing against my chest. I feel those hard little nubs and can’t wait any longer.
I pick her up, drop her on the bed, push my briefs off, and our lips are back together even before my next breath. Our tongues touch, caress, devour. My cock presses hard against her stomach as our breaths blend and become one. I shudder when her hands begin to explore my back, stopping when she reaches my glutes. Her legs slide against my hips as she wraps them around my waist, bringing us even closer together. I feel her center heat surrounding my cock and I swell even harder. As much as I want to push inside, I want to watch her pleasure at least once or twice before I take my own. I’m not a selfish lover.
Keeping my lips connected to her skin, I kiss my way slowly downward, giving extra attention to the spots that make her moan. When I reach her breasts, I cup them in my hands taking in the beauty of the full, flawless mounds, whispering, “perfect,” just before I devour one pert nipple. Her back arches as her breath becomes fast and erratic when my tongue and teeth tease the rigid peak. I take my time switching between the two until she screams my name in frustration.
“Oh, baby, we haven’t even gotten to the good part yet,” I tell her with a smug grin.
Her hands grab the spindles of the headboard as she begs, “I need…I need to come.”
She’s too beautiful to deny. I roll to the side, keeping my lips locked onto her nipple, while I move my hand over her stomach and through the lips hiding her swollen clit. Dipping a finger inside, I groan when I find her drenched. Fuck, she feels incredible. I count backward from one hundred to keep myself in check as I stroke her with my finger in slow rhythmic circles, dipping back inside occasionally to gather more slippery wetness. Her hips arch from the mattress, trying to find the pressure she needs to take her over. But I’m not that accommodating. I move my body to keep her still, making her take every bit of pleasure she’s getting from my fingers. Her hands run through my hair, gripping two fists full as I keep her on the edge.
I hear her breathing change to short staccato pants. Her muscles tense and I know she’s close to orgasm. When she sucks in a breath, I quickly move and wedge myself between her legs while she’s coming. When my lips touch her, she shatters. My tongue strokes and teases her sensitive clit, building her up again instead of letting her release completely. Her hands are back in my hair, pulling. I wince, but the pain fuels me to suck her swollen bud into my mouth even harder.
“Too much…” she gasps, thrashing her head from side to side.
“Never, baby. You can do it.” I encourage her before diving back in. I know she has more to give me.
“Can’t…too…ahhh.” She pulls my hair harder, and I’m so far gone, I don’t care if she rips it out.
I can’t understand the rest of her mumbling, but it doesn’t matter—she’s getting ready to come hard. I feel confident saying harder than she’s ever come before. My tongue is relentless, never letting up. With a finger, I press into her and feel her inner muscle begin to tense. The sounds of sex, good sex, are sublime. There’s nothing equal. I add another finger and she splinters apart, pulsing like a vise on my fingers. Her screams almost make me lose it.
“Elias! Oh, God! Oh, God!”
I keep my eyes focused on her radiant face as her second climax washes over her. So fuckin’ beautiful. I stay wi
th her, bringing her down gently with my lips, tenderly, knowing she’s sensitive. That’s when it hits me, and I almost want to cry. I rest my head on her thigh as I try to bring my own breathing into a normal range.
“Elias…Now. I need you inside.”
As much as it pains me, I have to say, “No can do, baby. I don’t have a condom.”
I chuckle when April whines, “I don’t, either.” I grin at her frustration. “Check in there.” She rolls her head over and looks at the small table by the bed.
I can’t help it. I laugh out loud. “You really think Aunt Rita is going to keep a stash of condoms for her visitors?”
She giggles, and I give her a wicked look which sends her into peals of laughter. How can I help joining in? As painful as I am, watching her surrender to her pleasure was so worth the blue balls I’ll be sporting for quite some time.
“Come on. We need to get to bed so we can get an early start tomorrow.” I start to roll over and pull the sheet over us, but April’s hand on my chest stops me.
“But what about…” She shyly points to my engorged cock and blushes such a pretty shade of pink. There’s nothing to do. “I’ve never had sex without protection. That’s a steadfast rule.” I reach up and turn the lights off.
She tries again. “I could…you know, help you out with that.”
Feeling her lips around my cock would be phenomenal, but that’s not what I need. “It’s fine, baby. Come here.” I tuck her into my side.
“Are you sure? It looks really painful.”
I groan to myself, because it is. “As incredible as that would be, I need to be inside you when I come for the first time. Since that’s not possible…we go to sleep.”
We lie there in the dark, with the sound of crickets and bullfrogs playing our music of the evening outside the open window. I think she’s drifted off when she moves her hand on my chest and softly says, “I’ve never done that before.”
“You’ve never done what?” I ask.
She pauses, and I can feel her working it out in her mind. “You know, twice.”
I pull her closer into my side. “If we’d had protection, we’d have gone for three.”
She moves her hand to rest on my chest. “I always thought it was a myth. It was incredible. Thank you.”
I chuckle and put my hand on top of hers. “You’re welcome.” I wait until I hear her breathing slow and her hand become pliant under mine. Sleeping with someone in my arms is a new experience. The fact that it’s April makes it perfect. I fall asleep with that thought in my mind.
April
I open my eyes to early morning sunlight streaming through a strange bedroom window, and it takes me a few disoriented moments to unfrazzle my sleepy thoughts and remember where I am. Aunt Rita’s guest house, visiting the Wolcotts, and Elias rocking my world on its axis.
Never. And I repeat, never, have I experienced anything like what had happened last night at Elias’s hands…his mouth…his… Yeah, better to stop there. A mouthwatering fragrance teases my nose. I sniff and glance at the bedside table where I find a thermos of what I hope is coffee, a muffin, and a note propped against a mug. Elias left me breakfast. My heart does a flip. I unscrew the thermos, and a waft of fresh-brewed coffee assails my senses. I pour a cup and sniff. Vanilla, maybe.
I plump the pillows behind me, lean back against the brass headboard, and take a bite of the muffin. Yum. Banana nut with chocolate chips. My favorite, and I bet homemade. Probably from Aunt Rita’s kitchen this very morning. I take a sip of coffee and can’t believe it’s exactly the way I like it. How did Elias know? I think back over the week we’d shared together, and only remember having coffee with him twice. Had he been that observant? That was kinda…sweet, actually. Something so simple and thoughtful makes me feel special. Was this how he’d been dubbed Heartbreaker by the media? Did he make women fall in lust with him by his crazy sex skills, make them feel as if he cared, and then break their hearts when he moves on?
No. I shake my head, even though I’m the only one here. I don’t believe that. The man I’ve gotten to know over the past days wouldn’t do that. He really is a nice, kind man, and I’m not going to overthink what we did last night. Other than the lack of a condom, I have no regrets about what we did. In fact, I hope we have a do-over before he leaves. Sex with Banks is good. But sex with Elias is phenomenal. I knew it would be.
After taking a few sips of coffee, I open the note from Elias. His handwriting is decidedly male with sharp angles and strong lines. No extra flourishes or curlicues. Much like the man.
Good morning sleepyhead. Meet me outside when you’re ready.
Enjoy,
Elias
I finish my breakfast, make a quick trip to the bathroom, then carry my mug and plate to the kitchen to wash. I catch a glimpse of Elias and Aunt Rita from the window over the sink. Elias is up on a ladder cleaning debris from the gutters running along the edge of the roofline. I probably should be concerned with how high up he is, but all I can really focus on is how nicely his jeans fit in the rear. I’m shameless, but not deterred.
I watch in silent appreciation as his muscles flex as he pulls gunk from the gutter and tosses it into a wheelbarrow on the ground. My breasts swell, remembering how those muscles felt under my palms. Elias turns and says something to Aunt Rita. My eyes go straight to his mouth. Those irresistibly kissable lips are turned slightly upward as he speaks, then he throws his head back and laughs at something Rita says. Ahh, that mouth. Last night, those lips completely wiped me of any intelligible thought. I would have gladly reciprocated. Actually, I’d been disappointed when I didn’t get to taste him. I know he was turned on—I saw and felt the evidence. The very impressive evidence. He wanted me. But he wanted to keep us safe at the cost of a very uncomfortable and unfulfilling night…for him.
I continue to enjoy the view as I wash the dirty dishes. Reluctantly, I dress, straighten the bedroom and bath, and grab my purse. I take one last look. Aunt Rita’s is a very special place. I don’t think I’ll ever forget what we shared here. I pull the door shut behind me and make my way to Elias as he climbs down the ladder and rolls the wheelbarrow to a refuse pile at the back of the lawn. He pauses when he’s beside me. “Good morning. I hope you slept well.”
“Yes. I slept very well.” I smile timidly, and want to feel his arms around me again.
His intense gaze makes me lightheaded. I see so many things in the depths of his green eyes. It’s strange—we’re swapping polite platitudes, yet our eyes are having a completely different conversation. I feel his penetrating gaze move to my lips. He wants to kiss me, and I want it just as much. Maybe too much. His gaze moves back to mine. “Regrets?” he seems to ask. I slowly shake my head. Not a single one. Well, I did regret that we weren’t able to share more.
Thirty minutes later, we leave Aunt Rita’s with a brown paper bag full of muffins for the road, which is good because Elias finished the cookies Ms. Blanche gave us yesterday before we even reached the Wolcott’s.
Elias takes my hand as we walk to his car. He opens my door and waits until I’m seated and buckled before closing it. I shiver when our eyes meet through the windshield as he walks around to the driver’s side.
“You okay?” he asks before he starts the car.
“Fine,” I’m quick to answer. Better than fine. He backs out, and when we turn the corner, Elias pulls to the side of the road and puts the car in park.
“What’s wrong?” I ask, sitting up straighter in the seat.
Elias takes my hand and pulls. “Come here.”
I slide over the console and into his lap and before I really know what’s happening, Elias’s lips take control of my mouth, my tongue, my senses. A passing car horn breaks us apart. We both smile, but I don’t move.
“There. I needed a morning kiss.” He smiles into my eyes and touches my cheek.
“Hum.” That’s really all I can get out. I’m still dazed as he buckles me back up and pulls back onto the roa
d. He chuckles, and I glare at his delight at my inability to communicate just yet. “You’re dangerous.”
He takes his eyes off the road for a moment to glance at me. “I have no idea what you’re talking about.”
I snicker, not believing him for a second. He knows exactly what effect he has on women. “Of course you do. And I bet you use it to your advantage frequently. Your life must be very exciting. I may have seen some pictures of you in the news attending movie premieres and charity balls.”
His expression darkens. “Well, the media loves creating stories about me. Don’t believe everything you read or see. I’m far less exciting than they make me out to be.”
I’m not sure I believe that. We ride along in relaxed silence. I sneak a glance at his hands as they rest on the steering wheel. Rachael was right. He does have long fingers, and she was also correct about his knowledge of using them to their fullest potential. My core clenches from the memory of the touch of those fingers. I can’t explain why, but suddenly it’s very important to me that Elias knows that what I did last night isn’t normal for me. “I’ve never slept with someone that I didn’t have a relationship with first.”
He chuckles and glances my way. “Other than me, you mean?”
That didn’t sound exactly right. I agree, we haven’t known each other long, but I don’t feel as if he’s a stranger. But maybe last night only felt like more to me. Elias is certainly well-versed with brief encounters. “Yeah. I didn’t want you to think…”
“I know, April. Listen, I’m going to be in town until the wedding. Is there any reason we can’t work to give Belinda a dream wedding and enjoy our time together as well?”
“You mean you want to sleep with me again?” He picks up my hand resting on the console and presses his lips to my wrist. I shiver at his touch—my core tightens.
“I want to do much more than sleep, and this time I will make sure to be prepared.”
I want more time with Elias. But the most important thing to remember is he’s only here until after the wedding. That in itself is a good thing. Emotions won’t have time to complicate whatever this is we’re doing. “I want that, too. But if you don’t mind, could we use the condoms I already have at my apartment? This is a small town. There’s only the corner drugstore, and before the day is up, everyone in town will know. Trust me when I say it won’t take long for people to figure out who you’re using them with.”
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