Page 71 of Defending Love
“Distracting me.”
He arched an eyebrow as his cheeks rose. “Are you done in here for today?”
I looked back at my desk littered with Dad’s journals and other papers. My monitors illuminated the area behind the desk. “Nothing that can’t wait for tomorrow.”
He tugged on my hand. “Then you should get some sleep.”
My head shook. “No. Distracting first. Sleep second.”
Through the living room, Eli stopped to check the lock on the front door, probably for the fifth time since our dinner was delivered. I turned off the fireplace. With my hand in his, we made our way to the primary bedroom. My king-sized bed was large for one person, the idea of sharing it made me smile.
Words weren’t needed. We’d talked a lot. Not about personal things, but it seemed talking led to discussions related to Dad’s death. This time was not to rehash what we knew, but to put that all aside.
Eli lifted my sweatshirt over my head, his laser green gaze going to my breasts which grew heavier with each passing second. “You should never keep them bound up.”
“When you’re a double D, there isn’t much choice.”
“Doubly delicious,” he said with a gleam to his eye before bending at the waist and sucking one nipple and then the other.
My head lobbed back as I concentrated on the electric sensation. The energy wasn’t contained to his fingers splayed on my ribs or where his mouth teased my nipples. It ricocheted from nerve ending to nerve ending, small explosions detonating beneath my skin.
Step by step, we moved until my legs collided with the bed.
Eli lay me back, reached for the waist of my yoga pants, and pulled them down past my ankles. As he reached for my panties, I sat up, tugging the hem of his black shirt. His bicep flexed as he helped pull it over his head.
“Jeans next,” I said with a grin.
“Bossy.”
“I can be.”
His sexy grin twitched as he unbuttoned the top of his blue jeans and lowered the zipper. As the denim fell to the floor, he kicked off his loafers and stepped from the pants. “Now we’re even.”
Memories of last night added fuel to the heat smoldering within my veins. I slipped from the bed to the floor, landing on my knees. My line of sight was the large bulge beneath his boxer briefs.
“Fuck, Dani,” he said, his voice an octave lower than seconds before.
I looked up through my hooded eyelids as my breathing quickened. “I want to taste you.”
His nod was almost imperceptible, but it was the low growl and the way his nostrils flared that let me know he wasn’t about to stop me.
Licking my lips, I reached for his waistband and pulled the silk fabric down to the floor. I’d felt the girth of him last night, but this was my first visual. The sight of his hardened cock with veins popping to life and precum glistening at the tip made me squirm as my core clenched. Reaching with one hand, I stroked the velvety surface, aware that my thumb and middle finger couldn’t touch. Opening my lips, I took the head into my mouth. The salty, musky scent matched his taste. Up and down, I ran my hand and lips. Each time taking a little more and a little more.
“Fuck, you’re killing me,” he said as he reached for my hair.
I gasped as he fisted my loose bun and moved me, pulling me to him as his penis teased the back of my throat. Over and over, the pace grew faster. I held onto his thick thighs for support as his warm seed streamed over my tongue.
Kissing and licking, I swallowed all that he gave.
When I looked up, the desire in his gold-flecked orbs rattled my world.
Eli offered me his hand. “I wasn’t expecting that.”
“I’m a little rusty,” I said as I stood.
“You’re fucking amazing. Now, my turn.”
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