voice.
“So, yeah. I’ve got ‘em, but we’re nowhere near needing them. Not yet, anyway.” He thrust against her, grinding himself along her needy cunt. “Not even close.”
Meaghan’s breath caught in her throat and her eyes widened as his words sank in. She’d anticipated a quickie. Something fast and hard to get it out of their systems. Her stomach flipped in nervous anticipation when he lifted her away from the wall and began walking with her. She gripped his shoulders for balance when he stopped in front of the bed and dropped her, startling a squeal from her when she landed.
He stared at her, his eyes slowly devouring her where she lay. She could just imagine what she looked like—breasts bared, skirt around her waist and panties soaking wet. God, she wished he’d just fuck her already.
His words drifted back her. She pushed herself up on her elbows and frowned at him. “What do you mean, not even close?”
He lowered himself to the mattress, wedging himself between her thighs and hovering over her upper body, his hands on either side of her head. Bending, he caught one nipple between his teeth and flicked his tongue across it before releasing it. It took everything in her not to scream.
“What I meant was that if you want a quick fuck you picked the wrong guy.”
Chapter Six
“Oh.” Meaghan’s response was more breath than sound. God, if she wasn’t careful, she’d end up sounding like one of those stupid anime cartoon characters.
Eli smiled as he lowered his head and sucked a nipple into his mouth. Tingling, wet heat enveloped her flesh. It tightened against his tongue, and she grabbed his head and tried to hold him where she wanted him, but he moved, switching to the other side then back again, scraping her sensitive skin with his roughened cheeks. Pushing her breasts together, he alternated between the two until she was a writhing mess beneath him. She clutched at his shoulders, wanting more. She’d never been this close to coming from someone playing with her nipples. She lifted her hips, trying to increase contact, but he wasn’t having it.
Instead, he rolled to her side and slid his hand between her legs, trailing his fingertips over the ultra-sensitive skin until he reached her pussy. He traced the edge of her panties then moved over her stomach, teasing her. She couldn’t take it anymore. She grabbed his hand and placed it over her mound.
Staring at her, he raised an eyebrow and ground the heel of his hand against her clit. Her climax hit without warning, stiffening her body and pushing a keening cry from her lips.
He was still watching her when she finally managed to open her eyes. His expression was just as intense as it had been before. Shivers of anticipation skittered along her limbs.
“Cold?”
She shook her head.
His hand still covered her pussy, his fingers gently stroking her. It wasn’t enough to make her come again, but it was more than enough to keep her aroused. Hell, all he needed to do was breathe to keep her aroused. She lifted her hips into his hand.
With her gaze on him, he slid to the floor to kneel between her splayed legs and kissed the inside of her thigh, sending need shooting through her veins.
“You should probably get comfortable.” He nuzzled the inside of her other thigh, inhaling deeply. “It’s gonna be a while before that happens again.”
She scowled at him, but before she could respond, he slid his hands under her ass and pulled her to the edge of the bed, brushing his lips over her sodden panties.
Meaghan sat up and shoved his shirt from his shoulders, yanking it off him. Scooting closer to him, she slid her fingers in his hair, angling his head to kiss him. His lips parted under hers, and she delved in to taste him.
When she raised her head, she murmured, “You’re not really going to leave me hanging, right?”
“Remember what I said about a quick fuck?” His eyes glinted with amusement in the low light.
Marina von Neumann Whitman