“I’m not that guy.” He kissed the end of her nose. “And you’re not the only one hanging. Now, take off your dress.”
She gathered the fabric in her hands, holding his gaze the entire time she drew it up her body except for the brief moment she pulled it over her head.
“Better?” she asked, challenge clear in her voice.
“Better,” he confirmed. Splaying his hand over her stomach, he pushed until she was lying back on the bed then draped an arm across her midsection as if to keep her in place. He met her gaze across the line of her body. “Do I need to bust out my knot-tying skills, or are you going to cooperate?”
Her nipples tightened almost painfully at the thought, and she bit back a whimper. From another guy, that question might have creeped her out. From Eli, it just made her hotter than hell.
“Now, where was I?” he murmured. He leaned forward, his stubbled cheeks scraping the inside of her thighs as he pressed kisses along the line of her underwear, teasing her while she squirmed helplessly under the weight of his arm. Trailing his fingertips over the outside of her panties, he groaned. “You’re soaked.”
Eli sat back and looked at her for a minute. She was a wet dream come true. His wet dream come true. He’d told her he planned to drag this out, but if he were honest with himself, he wasn’t sure he had that kind of willpower. He wanted nothing more than to bury himself inside her right now. But even stronger than that urge was the desire to make sure she never forgot him or this night since she seemed so hell bent on this being a one-night stand.
Smoothing his hands down her calves, he slipped off her shoes. When she lifted her head to look at him, he shrugged. “Those heels are wicked looking, and I’d prefer to not be impaled by them while I’m making you come.”
He couldn’t stifle his laugh as her head dropped back on a moan that sounded more frustrated than aroused. He hooked his fingers under the sides of her panties, drew them down her legs and tossed them aside. She was completely naked except for the necklace that dangled between her breasts and glinted in the low light. And she was glorious. Pale skin was a sharp contrast to her dark hair. Firm breasts with dusky rose-colored nipples that just begged to be sucked. Wide hips he wanted to dig his fingers into while he fucked her—she was perfection. Perfect for him, anyway.
Sliding his hands under her sweetly rounded ass again, Eli urged her legs apart and leaned forward, inhaling the intoxicating scent of her arousal. He lifted her to his lips and tasted her, parting her folds with his tongue. Honeyed sweetness exploded in his mouth as he licked at her again.
Freeing one hand, he spread her lips wide and tasted every inch of her, darting into her tight opening then circling her straining clit and back again. All the while, Meaghan fisted her hands in the bedspread while panting cries escaped her parted lips. She braced her bare feet on his thighs and pushed her pussy against his mouth.
He pulled his other hand from under her and dropped his arm across her waist, pinning her to the bed again. A fresh rush of moisture coated his tongue. So, she liked being restrained, did she? He filed that bit of information away for later use. As much as she thought this would be a onetime thing, he planned to do everything in his power to make sure it wasn’t.
Moving back to her clit, he flicked it with the tip of his tongue before drawing it between his lips. Her entire body shook as he sucked on the little bundle of nerves and gently slipped a finger inside her contracting passage.
She strained against the arm that held her down while he slowly finger-fucked her with long, deep strokes. Her inner muscles rippled around him, tightening further as he added another finger. Christ, if she was this tight now, he couldn’t imagine how good it would feel to have his cock inside her.
She whispered his name over and over as she
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