Page 165 of Return Policy
“Okay.” He releases a shaky breath, eyes scanning my body, and a lazy smile appears on his face. “You’re naked.”
“I know.” I bite my lower lip. “Your turn.”
He stands up and drops his sweats and briefs, but not before fishing a foil packet out of his pocket and tossing it on the nightstand. He climbs back on top of me and bends down, pressing another gentle kiss on my lips. His tongue slips into my mouth, entangling with mine, and I groan at the familiar taste.
“I want you,” I rasp out.
“You have me, baby.” He nibbles at my neck. “Mind, body, heart, soul, every single piece of it is yours.”
“No.” I shake my head. “I wantyou.” I squeeze his ass. “Inside of me.” He lets out a low chuckle. “Now.”
He snatches the foil packet off the table, making quick work to roll it on. Once it’s secure, he dips his hand between my legs and glides his thumb against my clit.
“Just making sure your pussy’s wet for me, sweetheart.” He positions himself against my entrance, and I whimper when he slides inside.
“I love you,” I moan out as he pushes deeper inside of me.
“And I’ll never tire of hearing it.” He thrusts in a slow, steady rhythm. Entirely different from any of our times before. It’s not hungry or urgent or lustful. It’s slow and gentle, and I can tell he’s savoring every single second the same way I am. He pushes deeper, keeping his relaxed pace, and I whimper when he hits that delicious spot. “That’s it, baby. Let me show you how much I love you. Show you how our bodies speak to one another perfectly and how my name will be the only one ever falling from those sweet lips.” The room fills with his loud breaths mixed with my soft whimpers—a melody I could listen to forever. I dip my hand between us, putting pressure on my clit, and he swats it away. “No.”
“What?” I protest until he replaces my hand with his own.
“When we’re together, I get to make you come.” An excited laugh catches in my throat as his thumb increases pace against my clit. “When I’m here, you tell me how you want it and where. And I’ll make sure you come on my face or my cock. Alwaysyourchoice.”
He either recognizes my impatience or gains some of his own because he increases his pace, thrusting while circling my clit.
“Elijah,” I moan loudly, knowing exactly how crazy it drives him. We tumble together, and I clench around his hard cock, draining every drop out of him until he’s collapsed next to me, panting into the crook of my neck.
“Damn.” His chest rises and falls as he throws his heavy arm over my stomach.
I giggle breathlessly. “Damn.”
“Fucking is overrated. I want to do that for the rest of our lives.”
“Aw, no more study room sex?”
His eyes gleam with mischief. “Okay… I take it back. We can totally do both. But I definitely prefer making love with you over fucking any day.”
“Elijah Anderson, when did you become such a sappy fuck?”
He laughs, running a hand through my hair. “Apparently after I fell in love with you.”
We drift off to sleep entangled in one another, and I have the most peaceful dreams I’ve had in weeks.
A hand rubbing along my bare hip pulls me back to consciousness, and I smile in the darkness.
He tugs me closer to his warm body, kissing my neck, then trails kisses down my side before nudging me onto my back.God, I love him.I can’t see much in the darkness, so I close my eyes and rest my head against the pillow, savoring his exploration. His gentle fingertips glide over my skin, and I enjoy every touch.
He moves his hands up my thighs, then rubs a finger over my clit. I moan quietly as he dips his head, trembling when he flicks his tongue against me. He pulls away, slipping a finger inside of me.
“Fuck, baby, I forgot how good you taste.”
Every cell in my body turns to ice at the realization of whose voice fills my ears. No. No. This is a nightmare. I’m asleep.
“God, I missed you,” Seth says, and my body snaps back to reality. I pull my leg back before kicking him in the face, causing him to fly backwards and off the bed. “Ow!”
“What the hell are you doing?” I say with a shaky voice, scrambling off the bed and wrapping the blanket around me. I fumble in the darkness, finally turning on my bedside lamp to see Seth standing with blood dripping down his face.
“You know you were enjoying it.” He snickers, and my blood runs cold. I frantically search the floor for clothes, feeling exposed, too exposed. Elijah’s T-shirt is crumpled on the ground, and I snatch it up, throwing it over my head.
