He doesn’t say anything. Instead, he steps forward and wraps me in his arms.
“Are you sure you got all that poop out?”
“Shut up and hug me.”
He doesn’t need to ask twice. I understand why Billie slept so well against his chest, really. Nowhere is as comfortable as right here, with his sweet smell around me.
“You can say it, you know, when you’re having a harder time. You don’t ever have to pretend everything’s fine. Not with me.”
“But I wasn’tunhappy,either. I had a great night. Sometimes it’s just… all mixed together.”
“Then you can say that, too.”
“I don’t want to ruin your happy moments,” I say against his neck.
He pulls back so he can see me, his arms still around my lower back. “You won’t ruin anything by being honest.” He tucks a strand of hair behind my ear. “Don’t you get it? I want you. All of you. Even the parts you think I don’t want to see.”
I swallow hard. “What if that changes?”
He laughs this time—a loud, clamorous Grant laughter. “Baby, I spent years forcing myself not to want anything. You’re the first thing I allowed myself to have, not because it made sense, but because I wanted to.” When he places his hand against my cheek, I rest on it. “Trust me. It won’t change.”
I don’t give him time to catch his breath before catching his lips with mine. He immediately returns the kiss, his lips parting to allow my tongue in. My hands find their way to his hair, tugging lightly the way I know he likes. I don’t know how I was ever supposed to stay away from this man. No one has ever made me feel as seen or understood. As safe. I feel like I know this man in his entirety, both the past and present versions, and there’s nothing I don’t like.
With his hands on my ass, he lifts me up and brings me to the bed. He never stops kissing me as he drags the straps of my tank top down my arms, as he frees my breasts from my bra, as he slides his hands under my skirt and makes me come.
Once I come down from my high, I feel his erection against my thigh, and even with this orgasm, I feel restless, like I want to climb into his skin. I lift my pelvis against his.
“Fuck,” he exhales against my lips.
“I want you,” I say.
He smirks, his fingers twitching under my skirt. “Am I not doing just that?”
I shift to grab his cock from outside his boxers. “All of you.”
His lips part.
“I want to try,” I add.
His gaze searches mine for a long moment before he nods, kissing me once more in a way that makes me forget everything except him. My hands are everywhere, in his hair, scratching his chest, palming his backside.
“All this talk about men being obsessed with asses,” he teases, nipping at my lips.
“You have an insane ass. Sue me.”
He chuckles, the deep sound reverberating to my middle. “Ditto.”
I smile, too, but it disappears when he pulls his boxers off and exposes his hard length. He reaches back for me, pulling my skirt and panties off, leaving my shirt bunched in the middle of my stomach so I’m all at his mercy. His middle finger finds its way to my core, rubbing softly against my entrance, then dipping in. He groans.
“You’re wet, but do you think we need lube, too?”
I nod. I haven’t done this in months, and while this is Eli and I know he’ll stop if I’m too uncomfortable, better put all the chances on our side.
He reaches behind me and pulls a condom and a bottle out of the bedside table—the one I didn’t search during my snooping.
The edges of his jaw are razor-sharp as I roll the condom down his cock. I press a kiss to his lips before straightening. “I’d rather not think about why you have lube in your room.”
“Trust me, I haven’t used it in a long time.” He pops the cap of the bottle.
