Page 153 of Return Policy
“Sophia. I saidrepeat.”
“Fine.”
He squeezes my shoulders. “I am perfectexactlythe way I am.”
My gaze drags from my toes back to my eyes. “I am perfect exactly the way I am.”
He snakes an arm around my body and rests the side of his face against mine. “I have a beautiful body and an even more beautiful mind.”
My lips curve upwards as he grips my stomach. “I have a beautiful body and an even more beautiful mind.”
“Now tell me something you love about yourself.”
“Now tell me so—”
“Sophia.” He cuts me off, and I smirk.
“Fine…” I mutter, taking in my reflection. “I like my eyes.”
He brings his hands up, resting them on my biceps. “What else?”
“I like my smile.”
Taking my hand, he spins me to face him. “I love your smile too.” He grins. “Now. Get. In. The. Damn. Bed.”
I copy him by diving face down into the pillows. He grabs a handful of my ass, groaning, and covers it slightly like I did with his delicious dick. To be honest, yeah, it makes the picture of him more appropriate, but also, if I stared at his completely naked body a second longer, I would've hopped right on it. The camera clicks a few times, and Elijah sets me in a few different scandalous positions.
“Okay, I think I’ve taken enough spank bank material,” he says.
“Elijah.” I gasp, spinning to face him as he sets the camera on the nightstand. “You can’t call it that.”
“Sorry.” He rolls his eyes, obviously amused. “We have taken enoughart.”
His warm hands trail along my naked body, and I lie on my stomach, melting into the mattress.
“You spoil me.” I sigh, smiling softly.
“Because I love you,” he says, and my heart pounds in my chest.I love you. I love you. I love you.Why can’t I just say it back?
Something is seriously fucked up in my head.
The most amazing man in the entire world is treating me like a goddamn goddess, and I can’t even allow myself to face those terrifying feelings.
I believe he’s finally shared everything with me, and I know he’s not anything like Seth, but I can’t bring myself to say it back.
Elijah straddles me, trailing his fingertips along my back.
“I love that,” Elijah whispers in a husky tone.
“What?”
“How when I do this—” A fingertip drags light as a feather from the base of my neck down my spine, causing goosebumps to ripple across my entire back. “That happens.”
“Or when I do this—” He bends down and sucks my earlobe in his mouth while grinding his hard dick into my back, and I whimper in excitement. “You make that noise.”
“You seem to know me well,” I croak out.
“I know everything about you, sweetheart.”
