by Jenika Snow
He pressed his mouth to hers, and for a second they stayed like that, neither moving, neither seeming to breathe. His pectoral muscles were so hard beneath her palms, so powerful. She curled her nails into his shirt, heard him hiss, but when she was about to pull her hands away he groaned against her mouth.
“No, Freya. I like it, like your hands on me,” he said against her mouth. And then he was kissing her harder, more thoroughly, like he couldn’t get enough. He swept his tongue out, licked at her bottom lip before doing the same to her top. Over and over he did this, just licking her sensually, slowly. She was wet, so damn wet between her thighs that shifting to try to relieve the arousal rooted there only made it worse.
“Elijah,” she breathed out his name, not knowing exactly why she’d done it, but loving that because she had, he pulled her tighter to him. Their chests now touched, her breasts molded to his hardness. She opened her mouth for him, touched her tongue with his, and it was like fireworks exploded inside of her, rendering her motionless.
She held onto his shirt, pulled him as close as she could, which was almost impossible seeing as their bodies already touched. Freya took one of her hands and lifted it to the nape of his neck, ran her fingers up the back of his hair, and tightened her hold on the short strands. Elijah moved his hand that held her hair down her back, gripped her ass, and did the same with his other hand.
Fireworks continued to explode inside of her, lighting her up, making her wet, heated, losing her mind.
He held the sounds in his hand, and with a strength she sensed in him from the very beginning he hauled her off the cushion and onto his lap. She straddled him, one leg bent and pressed against the back of the couch, the other hanging off of it. He leaned back, clenched and unclenched his hands on her ass, and moaned.
“You’re so damn hot, so fucking sweet on my lips.” He seemed to moan the words out. “Touch me, Freya. Fucking hell, I need you to touch me.”
Every part of her body tingled after he said those words. Her pussy clenched, became wetter, and her nipples hardened. She pulled back, breaking their kiss, and looked up into his face. He looked so fierce right now, his dark hair brushing the top of his forehead, slightly disheveled from when she ran her hand through it and tugged on the strands.
Never had she been so bold in her life, or this sexual. Although she’d never had this arousal burn inside of her, pounding, fierce, angry almost.
Moving her hand down his chest while still holding her gaze with his, Freya trailed her fingers over his belt. At the first touch of her fingers over the hard, thick length of his erection this slight sound left her. He was so big, his dick pushing against the material of his pants, as if demanding to be free. She’d assumed he was big everywhere because of his overall size, but God, he felt monstrous between his legs, and she hadn’t even fully touched him yet.
“Elijah,” she breathed out. Freya blinked a few times as if it would clear her mind, and then added a bit of pressure to his dick. She swore the damn thing jerked for her, and she couldn’t deny she wanted to be bolder, to just unzip his pants and pull it out.
But this felt like it was moving so fast, felt like she was losing control of herself.
“Elijah,” she said his name softly, wanting to continue, but also wanting to go slow. Still on his lap with her hand between their bodies, Freya forced herself move off of him.
“I’m sorry,” he said and turned from her, still sitting on the couch but his body now facing the television. He ran a hand over his hair, messing up the strands even more. “That was going overboard, and I shouldn’t have touched you … fuck, I shouldn’t have asked you to touch me like that.”
“Elijah.” She waited for a second after she said his name for him to turn to face her. When he was looking at her she smiled. “I liked what we did, and I really didn’t want to stop.” She curled her nails into her palms as she thought about what they’d just done, and felt her arousal grow again. “But I want to go slow. This is so very confusing to me, seeing as you used to be married to my stepmother, and we lived together for years.”
“I know, Freya, and I understand, but I crossed a line right now with you.” He stood, suddenly seeming angry.
No, this wasn’t how she wanted this to go, how she hoped it would go. Standing as well, she reached out to him, but he moved away and walked toward the door.
“I’m sorry. I’m really fucking sorry.”
“Elijah, no apology is necessary. I liked what we did.”
He stopped and grabbed the handle to the front door. “I liked it, too, Freya, but I should know better.” He cursed under his breath. “I’ll call you later, sweetheart.” And then he was gone.
She stood there, his endearment playing through her head, the same endearment he’d called her all those years ago.
Chapter Eight
It had been several days since Elijah had gone to see Freya … since they’d shared that kiss. It was all she could think about, all that consumed her. Even now, as she sat here alone, a glass of wine in her hand, and the silence surrounding her, she still felt his lips on hers. She tried calling him, tried talking to him about everything, but every time she’d tried to get in touch he’d either been busy or wouldn’t answer.
The fear of losing his friendship because of the kiss frightened her. She wanted him, wanted him more than she probably should, but that didn’t mean she would lose their friendship if she couldn’t be with him in the sexual way she wanted.
Touching her lips, she felt them tingle, and closed her eyes and imagined herself on his lap again. God, his dick had been so hard, like a steel rod between them. She’d wanted so badly to unzip his pants and pull out his cock. But thinking and acting were two very different things. No way could she have been so bold, not when she thought kissing was rushing fast.
It’s not fast. It’s just that you’re not used to what’s going on.
This was true, and it wasn’t like she didn’t know Elijah. She supposed it was just the fact she had known him for years, and their relationship had been a little strange given their living situation.
Her cell vibrating beside her pulled her out of her thoughts, and had her heart racing.
Maurice: Just seeing how you’re doing, and what’s new. I miss talking to you.
She smiled at that, and replied.
I’m okay. Just dealing with Elijah avoiding me. He’s gone silent on me.
She’d spoken to Maurice briefly after the kiss she’d shared with Elijah, telling him her fears, and how she wanted more.
Maurice: He’s either playing hard to get, or he wants you a hell of a lot and is just afraid of how things went.
She thought about that after she read his text. He’d seemed more upset than frightened after their kiss and right before he hightailed it out of her house. But she hadn’t been very forthcoming on why she’d wanted to stop either. Telling him it was fast, that she was confused, was all true. She hadn’t hidden that fact, but she also hadn’t really talked to him about the almost taboo nature of what they did. She sent another text.
How are things with you? Work going good? How about things with Sarah?
Maurice: Work is okay, but my mom keeps getting on me to go out more. I guess having Sarah at my house all the time so we can watch Dr. Who re-runs isn’t what my mom thinks is good date material.
Freya laughed.
She doesn’t know you very well then.
Maurice: Or Sarah for that matter, since it’s been Sarah’s idea to watch Dr. Who.
Freya laughed again.
You’re happy?
Maurice: I am.
Freya felt so glad that Maurice was happy, and that he’d found someone. He deserved that and more.
Maurice: What are you going to do?
She knew what Maurice was saying even though he was going at it in a roundabout way.
I think I’m going to just go to his office, talk to him and hopefully not make a fool out of myself.
Maurice: You wo
n’t make a fool out of yourself by being honest. Any guy would love to have you at his side, Freya. If things were different between us… if we felt differently for each other, I’d snatch you up and not let you out of my sight.
She smiled at his text and started to reply.
You’re such a good friend.
The cell vibrated almost instantly with his reply.
Maurice: Ditto ;) Listen, if you want to talk I’m here. I love you and keep your chin up. Go for the gold.
She outright laughed at that text.
Talk to you later.
God, Maurice was such a good friend, and she was glad after what they’d done together they could still be this close.
After setting her phone down, leaning back on the couch, and bringing her wine glass back to her mouth, she took a long sip. Yes, she’d go speak with Elijah since he was avoiding her, clearly. She’d tell him that she was confused about where things were going, but not because she cared what people thought, or because she didn’t want him. No, she was confused because she’d never felt this kind of attraction before, never felt this kind of arousal.
He was older than she was, they had a history, but despite all of that she was going to push everything aside and go after what she wanted. And what she wanted, who she wanted, was Elijah Westgate.
****
He hadn’t been able to get her off of his mind, not when the feel of her lips on his, the warmth and weight of her body on him were engrained in his head. But he was pissed at himself more for how he’d just left, for how he’d totally ignored how he felt, run from her and what they’d done, even if it was probably the right thing to do. He should have stayed and spoken to her about it all, told her how he felt, what he wanted. But Elijah had seen the confusion on her face after it all, the confusion because he’d rushed all of this.
He’d touched her, kissed her … fucking hell, he’d told her to touch his cock, and she had. It had felt incredible, so damn incredible that he’d wanted nothing more than to just strip her naked and fuck her right there. He wanted to claim her, her body, and tell her, demand from Freya that she was only his.
These feelings, thoughts, were so wild, so untamed, that they frightened him on a deep, primal level. But despite the fear he felt, the unease that he was falling for this woman head first, not even caring that he was going to crash at the bottom and never recover, he knew that running wouldn’t keep him away.
He turned and stared out his office window, and rested his elbows on the top of his thighs. He’d picked up his phone a dozen times since he’d left her house, wanting to call her, but hanging up before he’d dialed her number. And what made him feel even more like a motherfucker was the fact she’d called and he’d avoided her. But he thought he’d been doing the right thing, giving her space, time to adjust to what they’d done.
It had been fucking hard staying away, especially since he wanted her so damn badly.
“Mr. Westgate, a Miss Dresden is here to see you.”
And then his heart just stopped in his chest at the sound of his receptionist saying Freya was here. Turning in his chair he pressed down on the intercom.
“Send her in right away.” He stood, buttoned his suit jacket, and stared at the double doors of his office. She was here? She was really fucking here, and that made him feel like an even bigger asshole because she probably wouldn’t have shown up if he hadn’t avoided her.
A few seconds later the doors opened and Freya walked in. She held her bag, but looked around his office before she saw him standing there. After a moment her gaze landed on his, and even from the distance he saw her throat work, could practically feel her nerves. His receptionist shut the doors, sealing them in, but having Freya right in front of him couldn’t even bring up what he should say. But his mind kicked into gear when she took a step forward.
“I’m sorry, Freya.”
She stopped. “For what?” she asked genuinely.
He ran a hand through his hair, not caring that he was mussing the strands.
“For kissing me?” Freya asked softly.
“Never for kissing you,” Elijah said right away. He exhaled and sat down, not knowing where to bring, but figuring he might as well just let it all out. “Please, have a seat and we’ll talk.”
Freya moved to one of the chairs in front of his desk, and after a few moments he finally spoke again. “I’m sorry if I rushed you, if me kissing you made you uncomfortable.”
“It didn’t,” she said instantly. “I wish we could have talked about it, that you hadn’t run off. I wanted to explain that I didn’t want you to stop, just that everything was confusing at that moment. I felt this wave of emotion over what we did, and it scared me a little, Elijah.”
“I shouldn’t have left like that, and I shouldn’t have avoided your calls.”
She looked at her hands in her lap, and for a moment didn’t respond. When she finally lifted her head, he saw the truth and vulnerability in her face. “I want you, Elijah, want you more than I should because of the history we have.”
“That was a long time ago.”
She nodded after he spoke. “But you were married to Meghan, my once stepmother.”
“I want you, Freya.” He leaned his forearms on the desk, stared at her, and hoped she could see the truth in his expression. He saw her throat work as she swallowed, saw her eyes widen a fraction, and he knew she could see all right. He pushed away from the desk, stood, and walked toward her. She tilted her head back to look up at him, her hands playing with the strap of her purse, her nerves clearly written on her face. He dropped to his haunches, took her hands in his, and gazed into her eyes.
“I know this all seems so fast, and it is, believe me. I didn’t expect to fall for a woman, even one I’ve known for years, just a week after she gets back into town.”
She licked her lips, her chest rising and falling a little harder and faster than normal.
“But I’m willing to go slow, take my time with you, with this, as long as you’re willing, Freya.”
She didn’t respond, didn’t even blink, but after several long, agonizing seconds, she finally inhaled and exhaled slowly.
“I’ll do whatever you want, Freya, as long as you think you can give this, us, a go,” he said, not wanting to beg, to put her on the spot with this. He didn’t want her to feel like he was pressuring her, rushing her.
“I don’t know how things will go, but I know I’d like to spend more time with you and see where this takes us.”
He couldn’t help himself. Elijah leaned forward, cupped her face in his hands, and for one second didn’t do or say anything, just gave her a chance to stop him, if that was what she really wanted. She didn’t, and so he leaned in and kissed her. At first he just pressed his lips to hers, but when she moaned softly and leaned into his mouth more, he stroked his tongue along her bottom lip. She opened for him, sucked his tongue in her mouth, and he was tempted to push all of his shit off of the desk and lay her on it to feast on her body.
“I want you, Elijah, but can we take this slow?”
He smiled against her mouth, needing the slowness as well. “Of course we can. This isn’t something I want to rush, Freya.”
“Good, because I don’t want to either.”
He just hoped he didn’t fuck this up, because he knew Freya was something really damn special.
Chapter Nine
It was odd to know several weeks had passed already, but Freya felt like she was still getting to know Elijah, even if technically she did know him. They’d spent time together at her home, and she showed him around, pointing out the things she’d changed, and the things she’d kept as memories of her mother and father. And then he’d taken her into the city and they’d spent time at his place.
She was in wonder and awe at the scenes she’d see from the balcony, of the sounds that rushed up to greet her from the city below. He had money, a lot of money, but he didn’t flaunt it just for the sake of showing people he was wealthy. He
was discreet, respectful, and even spending time with him he never showed off the things he had. He was just a normal man, and she was just a normal woman, and when they were together this electricity zinged between them. It was undeniable, that was for sure.
They’d already finished eating dinner, and were currently sitting on her couch. The TV was showing some very bad zombie movie, but she wasn’t interested in watching the show. He was currently looking over her movie collection, probably hating the current show that was on, or maybe he, too, needed to find himself occupied with something.
He’d asked if she wanted to go to dinner, someplace fancy, out of town even, but she’d ended up making him something at her place. Freya was a very simple girl, one that didn’t need anything fancy, but of course she liked his apartment and the nice things he had. But that didn’t mean much when it came to someone that she cared about. And she cared about Elijah, very much in fact. As the days passed she was having stronger feelings for Elijah.
When he turned around he didn’t have a movie in his hand, and instead came over to her and sat beside her. They stared at each other for several seconds, and then she smiled.
“What?”
He didn’t smile in return, just reached out and brushed a lock of her hair away from her cheek. “Nothing. I just like looking at you. You’re beautiful.”
She felt her cheeks heat at his compliment. “Sometimes I feel like this isn’t real.” She hadn’t realized she said those words out loud, but when she did her face got scorching hot.
“Why?”
She shrugged, but then cleared her throat, not about to hide how she felt. She wanted to be open and honest with him. “Because you seem too good to be true.” She chuckled after she spoke, and he did the same.
“I’m not perfect, far from it.” He sobered. “But you know why this feels so good, so right?”
She didn’t need him to tell her why. She knew.
“Because you and I are meant to be here, right now, with each other. We’re meant to be together.”