Page 41 of Defending Love
Her eyes hooded.
“Talk to me.”
Dani shook her head. “The practical part of me, the part that manages all aspects of my life, has a million questions. I’m not alone—but for how long? What will happen when we find the killer?”
I started to speak, but she laid her finger on my lips.
“I don’t want answers, Eli. I want to step away, even for a short time, from my crushing solitude. I don’t want to think. I want to feel.”
Solitude.
Alone was how I’d lived most of my life. I knew exactly what she was talking about. There was that sensation that even amongst a crowd, I was truly by myself. That was the world I’d created for myself, and I did it well. It was why my bank accounts runneth over. It was why Ben always had a new job waiting for me. I’d traveled the world and yet none of it was particularly memorable. It was simply my job.
The money and the sights were background noise.
I didn’t deserve to have more than that, but here she was—the gorgeous woman who had been living in my head for the last year. She was real and within my reach.
“Come here,” I said, my timbre slowing.
When Dani looked puzzled, I reached for her waist and lifted her over my lap. After squirming, she wrapped her sexy legs around my waist. My cock grew with the knowledge her pussy was hovering inches away, separated only by our clothing.
Holding Dani’s waist in place, I met her gaze. “Tell me to stop, because if you don’t, I’m going to begin to do all the things I’ve thought of doing to you.”
“You’ve thought about me?”
Reaching for the hem of her sweatshirt, I pulled it over her nearly dry hair and found a light green tank top beneath. “Every fucking day since the first time I saw you in Damien’s office.” My lips curled. “You were wearing a white lab coat.”
“Oh, so sexy.”
“Made me hard.”
“You’re lying.”
I shook my head. “I wouldn’t lie to you, Dani. You’re making me hard right now.”
She wiggled her pussy against my growing erection. “I know you’re telling the truth now.”
“Last chance, tell me to stop.”
“Don’t stop.”
Splaying my fingers beneath the fabric of her top, I caressed the soft skin above her waist. Dani arched her back, pushing her breasts against me. Our lips came together as they had earlier in the day. She fucking tasted like sunshine and clouds. My goal was to wipe away those clouds so she could shine her blinding glow.
My tongue teased the seam of her lips. Without hesitation, she allowed me entry. Our faces moved, our tongues danced, and the air filled with erotic sounds.
Again, I reached for the hem of her top, pulling it over her head. A growl slipped from my lips at the sight of her heavy breasts, her deep-red areolas, and her tight nipples. A dip of my head and I seized one nipple between my lips. Dani squealed as I nipped the hard bud with my teeth. My assault moved from one breast to the other, over and over, until her fingers were woven through my hair and her breathing was erratic.
The idea of carrying her over my shoulder was appealing, but since I’d determined that the living room was free from monitoring, I did the next best thing, lifting her off my lap and placing her onto the couch. In one swift move, I snagged the waistband of her shorts and then her panties, pulling them both down past her ankles. The sweet scent of her essence filled my senses as I lowered my kisses—beyond her breasts, down over her stomach, over the swell between her hips.
“Eli.”
My name echoed throughout the villa as I buried my face between her legs. She was so fucking wet as I lapped her sweet cum.
Her hips bucked as I teased her clit.
I wasn’t sure when it happened, but my hair was no longer gathered at my neck, but hanging free as I lapped and teased.
Dani pulled away and reached for the buttons on my shirt. “I want a more even playing field.”
