“Terrible.”
She slices into the pork chop and puts the chunk in her mouth. I find myself watching her chew, waiting for a reaction.
“Mmm. Oh my God, Elijah, this is good.”
Content, I grin and dig into my own food. “Thank you. I’m glad you like it.”
“Definitely almost as good as pizza.”
I give her an unamused look, and then she falls into my side, cracking up. “I’m kidding.”
I can’t help but laugh alongside her. “Yeah, yeah. You’ll be addicted to my cooking before you know it and nothing will ever compare.”
“We’ll see.”
We finish up dinner with comfortable conversation. We don’t touch on anything too serious or too personal, but it flows well.
“Can I use your bathroom?” she asks.
“Of course.” I show her to the bathroom, then tell her to meet me in the den, and point out where to go.
I pour two fingers’ worth of whiskey in a highball glass, then take a sip. When she walks in, she comes straight to me. “Can I have one?”
“Preference?”
She eyes the bottles of liquors and mixers on the small bar in my den. “Rum and Coke sounds good.”
After pouring the drink, I hand it to her and she whispers a thanks before heading to the armchair.
I’m right behind her, choosing to sit on the couch to her right. She takes a sip of her drink, watching me the whole time.
“Are you nervous?” I ask.
She lets out a short laugh. “Why do you ask that?”
“Because you chose to sit in that chair and not on this couch.”
“Oh,” she says with a nervous giggle.
I take a sip of my drink. “It’s okay if you are.”
“I know I shouldn’t be. We’ve already slept together, and I’ve been wanting to do it again since the first day of school. I guess I always knew you wouldn’t allow anything to happen, but now it’s real.” She takes a drink. “You gonna tell me what changed now? Why are you suddenly okay with this?”
“Because I can’t stop thinking about you. That doesn’t happen to me. There’s something about you that makes me want more.”
She gives me a shy smile. “Oh. So, this…us…what is it?”
“What can it be, Nova?” I ask, frowning. “Like I said last night, I can’t offer you much.”
“No, I know. But me coming over, this will be a fairly regular thing? Not like a second helping and then done?”
I smirk at her. “I need way more than two helpings. I have an insatiable appetite.”
Her cheeks redden, and I decide I have to take control. She wants this, but she’s holding onto her nerves. I have to help her loosen up.
I swallow down the rest of my drink and walk over to her, giving her my hand. “Come on, Nova. I think you promised me dessert.”
28
Upstairs, once again in Elijah’s room, I let him escort me to the huge, perfectly made up bed. He sits me down, then drops to his knees to remove my shoes.
I watch him with quiet amazement as he takes control and removes every article of clothing until I’m left in my bra and panties. It’s then that he takes a step back and begins to strip himself of his shoes, shirt, pants, and socks.
“Christ,” I murmur aloud, meaning only to think it. I forgot how good he looks beneath his usual button-ups and slacks. He has a smattering of hair across his chest and stomach, and his muscles are full and thick, making it obvious that he works out pretty regularly.
He reaches into the top drawer of his nightstand and tosses a couple of condoms on the bed before he begins to crawl over me.
I scooch up, making my way up toward the pillows, and he follows.
Lost in the blue of his eyes, I watch as he descends toward my mouth, his soft lips brushing against mine before his tongue slides in and caresses my own.
He swallows my moan, deepening the kiss as I claw at his back and wrap my legs around him. His large hand moves to my neck, his fingers at the base of my skull as his thumb dances across the hollow of my throat.
Lost in the taste of whiskey and mint, I don’t realize he’s trying to back away from me right away. When we separate, our chests heave with deep breaths, like we’re just coming up from underwater.
Elijah begins moving away, and I say, “Where are you going?”
He smirks, moving lower down my body. “A man’s gotta eat.”
A flurry of heat fills my stomach as my heart beats wildly in my chest.
He takes his time working his way down, touching and squeezing, kissing and licking. He’s worshipping every part of me, and I slam my head back into the pillow, closing my eyes, because I’ve never been enjoyed so thoroughly, and we’re not even done yet.
At my hips, he tugs on the material, and I arch up off the bed, allowing him to draw them over my ass.
After discarding my panties to the floor, he settles in between my legs and holds my thighs apart.
“Good God, Nova,” he says, his voice thick with lust. In the next second, his mouth is on me.
Elijah slowly licks from my wet entrance up to my clit, and a wanton moan follows a loud gasp as my fingers instantly tangle themselves in his hair.
“Oh shit.”
“Mm,” he moans, tasting me.
While on his stomach, with his face buried between my legs, a hand reaches up and massages my breast while his tongue does magical things to my clit.
If there was a class you took to learn how to perform cunnilingus like a god, Elijah would be the professor of that, too. He switches between flattening his tongue and licking me up and down in slow, soft strokes, then uses the tip of his tongue to focus heavily on the clit with quick flicks.
His tongue gently and briefly dips inside of me, then focuses back on my clit. He kisses, sucks, and licks
