The way he growls out the words, I know I have offended him. It would be a good thing if it didn’t make him even sexier. Did he sound like that in bed, when he’s inside woman?
My nipples pebble and my panties are useless. They’re soaked through and my thighs are growing damp. He hasn’t even kissed me, and my entire body is one big throb of lust.
“So, tell me. Why not? Why did you walk out on our date and start calling it the DFH?”
My face flushes. “I didn’t know that bothered you.”
I gave it that name for the same reason I usually avoided being alone with him. I wanted him. Like bad. Like spend all day with him between my thighs kind of need.
“Fuck, don’t look at me like that, EJ.”
“Like what?” I ask embarrassed that my voice is all breathy.
“Like you want to eat me up. I can’t deal with that and walk away.”
I open my mouth, but no sound comes out. I can’t form a thought because now that he mentions eating, the vision of me on my knees in front of him, his cock in my mouth, his hand fisted in my hair rises up in my mind and I can’t think straight. It’s the only thing I can think about.
“EJ…” There is a warning in his voice, but for some reason, I find that sexy too. Of course, it’s sexy. Tempting Harry Bradley is sexy.
In that moment, I realize that I’ll never be able to get him out of my system if I don’t at least get a taste. One night…whatever. If I take him to bed, there’s a good chance that I will be able to free myself from the affliction that seems to hold me back from being able to date.
I step back in closer just as he does the same, then he slides his arm around my waist. With one hard yank, I fall against him. As a woman who tops five eight in my stocking feet, along with being a little big boned, I’m normally conscious of my size compared to men. With Harry, it doesn’t matter. He’s tall, over six feet, but he’s a hunk of a man—and I want to take one big bite.
“No going back,” he says dropping his mouth over mine. Instead of going in for an over the top kiss, he brushes his lips over mine, softly, sweetly.
“Rules?” I say as I curl my fingers into the cotton fabric of his shirt.
“We have to have rules?”
There, his tongue dances over my lips sending a shiver of need lancing through my entire body.
I force myself to pull back just a bit. A growl rumbles from his chest and I squeeze my thighs together. My clit is pulsing, and I can barely stand up. Jesus. I have to take a moment before I speak, but when I do, it’s easy to hear the arousal in my voice.
“Our lives intermingle, Harry. If we aren’t careful, this could be a problem.”
Recognition fills his expression and he nods. “How about this is just about us? We want to take it further—if both want to—then maybe we go public, but right now, I just need you. I’m not sure I’ll survive another night if I can’t have you.”
I know our friends already know but I can’t voice that, can’t think beyond having him inside of me. I shudder as I lean closer. “Agreed. Now take me to bed, Harry.”
He dips his head and presses his mouth against mine. This time though, there is nothing sweet about it. Instead, his tongue dives inside of my mouth, tangling with mine, and I am lost. In that one kiss, I feel all my reservations about this dissolve. This is what I need. This contact, this amazing feeling of being needed. He slants his mouth over mine again and again. I release his shirt and slip my hands behind his neck and slide my fingers through his hair. His beard is rough against my flesh, adding another level of sensation to the kiss. He pulls back so abruptly; I feel as if I have been left adrift.
“Harry,” I say in response.
“I want you in bed. I want to take my time to taste every bit of your flesh, including those amazing breasts and your sweet pussy, before I slide inside of you. I want to take my time and fuck you so hard that neither of us can remember our names. I need a bed for that.”
“Oh, my,” I say, because my brain isn’t exactly working any longer. He grabs my hand and yanks me down the hallway and I follow, ready for whatever he has planned.
Chapter Eleven
Urgent need courses through me as I lead EJ down the hall to her bedroom. I can’t keep my hands off her. I know the faster I get there, the faster I can get inside of her. But I have to stop every few steps to kiss her. Then, right outside of her door, I crowd her against the wall, cupping her face. God, she is beautiful, a lusty goddess. Well, for me she is. Every sinful thought I’ve had in the last few months have included her. What she would taste like, what it would feel like to slide deep inside of her, feel her pussy pulse around me…all of that should have me rushing into the bedroom.
Instead, I’m dipping my head and kissing the hell out of her. I trail kisses down her neck then up to her earlobe. As I take it between my teeth, she lifts a leg and presses against me. Even through our layers of clothing, I can feel her heat and, of course, I almost come. I’ve wanted her since I returned to San Antonio…really before that. I like women, love them in fact, but there is something about her that gets under my skin. Like now, the need I have for her leaves me a little lightheaded. It’s hard to understand why this woman and, at the moment, I don’t give a fuck. What I want is her naked on her bed with my head between her legs.
I pull back because I know if we don’t get to the bedroom soon, I will lose control and come in my pants. That’s not something I’ve done for over a decade. EJ doesn’t agree though from the way she pulls me back to her and the moan of irritation she emits.
I give her another hard, wet kiss then step back and tug her behind me.
“You. Me. Bed.”
She giggles, the sound fills the air around us and makes my heart flip flop. Jesus, that sound is as erotic as one of her moans. What has this woman done to me?
I pull her in front of me, happy once again that I don’t have to bend too far to capture her mouth. Again, our tongues tangle as I skim my hands down her sides, then around to her generous ass. Everything about EJ is supple and soft, and I’ve had more than a few fantasies about her rear end. Fuck, about every part of her body, but particularly her ass.
She moans against my tongue, sending another wave of need crashing through me, and I’m amazed I can still stand. Hell, breathing is getting harder by the minute.
I pull back.
“I need you naked.”
She looks up at me through her lashes, a sassy curve of the lips leaving me panting. “Only if you promise to get naked, too.”
“Later.”
“Nope.”
I chuckle but it hurts, my senses are so sharp. “Listen, Elliana, if I get naked, I might just embarrass myself. Besides, I don’t want to rush. I’ve been dreaming about this for a long time.”
Her mouth forms a perfect ‘o’ and I take advantage of it. I step closer and crush my mouth against hers. As I do, I fumble with the zipper of her dress and growl in irritation.
She pulls back, her eyes dilated, her skin flushed. “What?”
“Turn around,” I order from behind clenched teeth. My body is humming, fucking humming, my need so goddamn strong that I can barely function.
She smiles and does as ordered. Her compliance has a drop of precum leaking out of my dick. Fuck. I raise my hands to the top of the zipper and notice they’re shaking. This isn’t just any woman. This is Elliana James. A woman who has tempted me on every level for way too long. She might not realize just how much this means and, at the moment, that’s not important. Like I said. Her naked and on the bed is all that matters.
I tug the zipper down, trying to be careful because the dress fabric is something light and filmy. Still, with each inch of skin I reveal, my ability to control myself continues to slip. Pure alabaster…along with a few freckles. Damn, that’s even sexy. When I ease the dress off passed her hips, I almost pass out.
She’s wearing a thong.
“Fuck,” is about all I can say. I trail my fingers over the
mounds of flesh. It’s sexier than I ever imagined—and I imagined it a lot.
She looks back over her shoulder at me. I sense it rather than see it because I can’t tear my gaze from her ass.
“Harry.”
“What?” I still don’t look up. How red does it get when spanked?
“Is there something wrong?”
“Yes. I waited too long to see you naked.”
Then, I give into temptation and spank her. Her gasp is filled with arousal and need and fuck, it causes another drop of cum to leak out of my cock. I don’t have to look. I can feel it because that’s what this woman does to me. Every sense I have is on fire.
I undo her bra, a bit of lace that definitely shouldn’t be able to contain her generous tits. I lift my gaze to find her watching me. The moment our gazes connect, I pull my hand back and give her ass another smack. The flesh jiggles and right then and there, I want to just give up and come in my pants. I’m amazed that I haven’t already. Her eyes slide closed again, and she shivers.
“Such a naughty woman,” I say, barely able to keep my voice even. I know she can hear the need in my voice.
I slide my hands over the reddened skin. I didn’t spank her that hard, but she’s a ginger so her skin shows it more. I drop to my knees and slip my fingers beneath the waistband of her panties. I ease them down, trying not to smirk when I notice just how wet they are. Then, after kissing each cheek, I rise back up. My pants are tented, my dick so fucking hard, it might just pound through the zipper. I take a small step back.
“Turn around,” I say. When she doesn’t move, I feel my lips twitch. “Please.”
When she does as I ask, I groan. Every fantasy I’ve had over the years is nothing close to the woman standing in front of me. Perfection. That is the only thought that comes to mind. That and how much I truly want to fuck her so long neither of us can walk. Silky flesh, generous breasts with pretty pink nipples, and that little curve in her hips and stomach that I find so damned sexy. My gaze continues down and I almost twitch. Her mound is covered with trimmed red curls.
“Fuck,” I mutter.
“I never knew you were such a dirty talker, Harry.”
I don’t respond. My tongue is stuck to the roof of my mouth. Instead, I reach out and slip my finger over her slit. She’s so fucking wet my digit comes away damp. I lift it to my mouth and look at her as I slide it into my mouth. Oh, fuck. That is better than any snickerdoodle cupcake from our shop. She tastes of temptation, sin, and sweet need.
Her eyes widen and her nostrils flare a bit.
“You taste amazing. Lay down.”
She shakes her head and I frown. It pulls a chuckle from her. “Sorry, but I want you at least in your boxers.”
“How do you know I wear boxers?”
“I’m hoping. Especially some of those sexy knit ones.”
Good god, the woman was made for me. She might think we don’t suit, but we do more than she even realizes. I make quick work of my clothes as she climbs on the bed. I’m so fucking hard that when her gaze roams down my body, she stops on the outline of my dick. I look down and notice that the head is peeking up above the waistband. It’s dewy with my precum.
I look up, one eyebrow raised.
“That’s some control, Harry. I mean…come on,” she says curving her finger.
I shake my head. “First, a taste. Then…”
I don’t finish because she settles back against the pillows and spreads her legs. I’ve never really got off on shyness. For me, a woman who is comfortable in her own skin, that’s the fucking sexiest thing in the world. No matter what she looks like: thin, curvy, tall, short…doesn’t matter. I can’t resist a woman who knows her own body. That’s one of the first things that drew me to EJ from the beginning. She knows she’s sexy and has no problem exhibiting it.
I climb onto the mattress, then settle on my knees between her legs. I lean down and take one nipple into my mouth as I tease her other one. She lifts her pelvis off the bed as I circle the hardened tip with my tongue. I trail kisses down her body, taking my time to nip at her flesh. The sweetness of the moment steals over me. I have always liked to take my time, but with EJ…it’s almost like she’s the most delicate treat. I want to spend hours enjoying her.
Every. Fucking. Inch.
I move lower, settling on my stomach—as well as I can with a hard-on to end all hard-ons—and slip my hands beneath her ass. I close my eyes and draw in her scent. God, that is the most amazing scent in the world. No matter what I am doing, if I smelled it, I would know it was EJ and be instantly fucking hard. I kiss one thigh, dragging the flat of my tongue up almost to the apex, then switch over to her other thigh. The growl she emits makes me smile against her flesh. I give it the same treatment until I reach my prize. That sweet, drenched pussy.
I drag my tongue along her slit. Just like before, the taste of her dances over my taste buds and I’m lost. I can’t help it. The woman is beyond anything I could have fantasized and this…this right here is perfect. I could go without eating for days if I had her juicy pussy to keep me occupied. It is the only thing I need right now. Forever.
Fuck. Where did that thought come from? I know I should panic, but I don’t. Instead, I push the thought aside and apply myself to eating her sweet cunt. Over and over, I slide in between her lips, tasting her, letting my tongue lap at her juices. Her moans grow louder and louder by the moment. I feel her fingers slip through my hair and then her hands mold to the back of my head.
As I move my mouth up to her clit, teasing it first with my tongue then my teeth, I slide a finger inside of her. Her inner muscles clamp down hard on it. Jesus. I drag it out and thrust it back in. Her core shivers around my digit and I add another. I continue to tease her, pulling her along into the sensual haze I’ve been living in since our date all those months ago. Soon, though, she is coming apart. She bows off the mattress, pressing her pussy against my mouth, as she screams my name. Fuck. I slip my tongue in alongside my fingers as she rides the crest of her orgasm.
I raise to my knees and realize I left my pants on the floor.
“Fuck.” I start to slide off the bed, but she stops me.
“Drawer,” she says, her voice shimmering with her need.
I look down at her and I’m transfixed by the sight. Her riot of red curls is contrasted with the white pillow sheets. Her face is flushed and those amazing eyes of hers are only half opened, but I can see the lust deep within her blue-green gaze.
I lean over to open the draw and find the condoms, along with a few toys. After grabbing a condom, I take off my boxers, tossing them behind me, and roll the condom on. With my dick in hand, I slip a hand beneath her ass and pull her hips off the bed. I enter her hard, fast and to the hilt. Her inner muscles cling to my dick. Her pussy fits me like a glove.
Fuck me.
“I thought that’s what we were doing,” she says, amusement and lust shimmering in her voice.
It’s then I realize that I said the words out loud. I smile down at her, placing my other hand on her hip and begin to ride her. She’s wet, and so fucking amazing. Her muscles cling to my dick every time I pull back out. Each time I thrust in, she moans, heightening my needs, pushing me higher. I need to come, more than I really need my next breath, but I want her there with me. I want to feel her clamp down on me as I come.
In and out, over and over. My thrusts are so hard, the headboard slams against the wall. When I know I can’t wait any longer, I slip my hand down between our bodies and press against her clit with my thumb, using a circling motion against the tiny bundle of nerves.
“Come with me, Elliana,” I beg, my own release just seconds away.
She opens her eyes just as she shivers. I watch, I have no other choice. Her gaze is locked with mine as I feel my own orgasm take over, the need I have been holding onto for months washes over me, through me, and finally, I let go. I come so hard I almost pass out. Fuck. I throw my head back, close my eyes, and groan her name.
I collapse moments later, my body drained.
She wraps her arms around me, and I feel her mouth moving over my neck.
“Thank you,” she whispers.
I use all the energy I have left and rise up to look at her. “I think I should be thanking you.”
She smiles at me. “No, thank you for using my name because I didn’t want to explain to Allison why I killed you.”
For a second, I don’t react. Then, I can’t help it, I laugh. “Jesus, you are one of a kind, Elliana.”
She frowns.
“I love your name, so how about I agree to only use it when we’re in bed.”
One sculpted eyebrow rises. “And you think there will be another time?”
I lean down and brush my mouth over hers. “Yep.”
“And what makes you think that’s going to happen? Maybe once is enough for me.”
I can see the teasing in her eyes and, for once, it doesn’t raise my hackles. Instead, I want to tease right back.
“Tell you what. Give me about fifteen minutes and we’ll go for round two.”
Her mouth twitches, then she laughs. Her muscles clamp down around me.
“Okay, maybe five minutes,” I say as I feel myself growing hard again.
“I want to be on top this time.”
“No problem,” I say rolling us over the bed.
She gasps then settles against me, straddling my hips. “Harry.”
“What?”
She shakes her head. For the first time in a long time, I want to cuddle. I’ve never been one of those guys who wanted to snuggle up against a woman, but for some reason, I want to with EJ. I lift her off of me, slip out of bed so I can get rid of my condom, then join her back in bed. She pulled down the comforter and is beneath the sheets. I join her and give into the need to snuggle with her. I slip an arm around her and yank her to me. She sighs as she settles against me. I could lay here forever, just rolling around in bed. That should scare me but for some reason it doesn’t.
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