“Well, there’ll be no fade to black tonight.” His voice is velvety smooth, and his confidence is sexy as hell. Is tonight finally the night? Butterflies flutter in my stomach, and my heart pounds at his words.
I down my wine. I’m already feeling it swarm through my body, or maybe it’s Eli who’s making me feel that way.
Our dinner is delicious. We talk and laugh, and everything between us feels natural and perfect. We finish eating, and I pour the rest of the wine that’s left into my glass. He opens another bottle and fills his too.
“I want to dance with you,” I tell him.
Eli chuckles and stands. He grabs the remote to the sound system and randomly finds a song. It’s an old classic that’s played at weddings—Nat King Cole’s “Unforgettable.” I somewhat stumble getting up, but he’s by my side in a second to steady me.
Wrapping my arms around his neck, he pulls me to him, and we slowly move together. All of my exes hated dancing at the events I dragged them to and acted like it was a huge inconvenience. But not with Eli. The song ends, and another begins, and he holds me closer as if I’ll slip through his fingers. I lean my head against his chest, and we sway together in harmony.
When I step back and smile, Eli’s eyes are locked on me. Seductive and sexy. He dips his head down, and our mouths connect in a feverish kiss, the passion sizzling when our tongues twist. I moan against him and fist his shirt. I need Eli. He groans, and I need him right now, and I don’t have to say it because he knows.
We grow greedier, more desperate, and soon, my back presses against the wall as Eli’s muscular body leans into me. His touch is light and warm against my skin like a summer breeze.
“Cami, fuck,” he growls, standing inches from me as his hand trails up my thighs. Eli lifts my dress, then slides my panties down to my ankles, and I step out of them. I’ve wanted him since the moment I saw him tonight, and the last hour was grueling as I waited in anticipation. With steady fingers, he rubs my clit, and my knees nearly buckle from how goddamn good it feels. My eyes flutter closed, and I whisper his name like a prayer, knowing it won’t be long before he pushes me over the edge.
Eli has my body memorized like his favorite song, and when he gives me not one finger but two, I wrap my arms around his shoulders. His hardness presses into my stomach, and my pussy aches for all of him.
“Come for me, baby,” he demands, his voice full of rasp. I hope the wall holds me up as I see stars. Moans escape me as the orgasm rips through my body. Eli wraps an arm around my waist, steadying me because the intensity nearly brings me to my knees. My breasts fall and rise as I pant, licking my lips and smiling up at him.
He places his fingers in his mouth, tasting me, then smirks. “And to think, I’d almost forgotten about dessert.”
Chapter Eighteen
ELIJAH
Cami looks up at me with hooded, lust-filled eyes. Our night is just getting started, and I can’t wait to give her everything she wants and deserves.
“That was one. How about we go for five?” I ask with a wink.
She raises her eyebrows. “Five? Are you trying to kill me?”
“You just wait, baby,” I quip, smacking her ass, then bending over to pick up her panties. She grabs them from me and wraps them around my neck, then pulls me closer. Our mouths crash together in a hot, needy exchange, and when we finally come up for air, I interlock my fingers with hers, leading her out of the theater. Tonight, I’ll please her in ways she’s never experienced and will prove to her what she’s been missing.
When we make it to the staircase, she can’t keep her mouth or hands off me, and we nearly fall trying to get to the second floor. The wine doesn’t help steady either of us, but I’ll be damned if that stops me.
“Fuck, Cami,” I say as I lift her and carry her to the third level, claiming her as my prize. She holds onto me, laughing as I take the stairs two at a time. Once we reach her bedroom, I carefully kick open the door, then set her on the floor. Gracefully, she takes a step back and watches as I undo each button of my shirt.
“Mmm, dinner, dessert, and a show? You spoil me,” she murmurs with a grin, tilting her head to one side and admiring her view.
My shirt falls to the floor, and I move closer to her. Cami greedily unbuttons my slacks and pushes them down with my boxers, then I toss them aside. She kneels in front of me as she grabs my cock and strokes it in her palm.
I groan. Her grip feels so damn incredible.
She smacks her lips before wrapping them around the tip and sliding her mouth down my cock. I grunt, twisting my fingers in her hair and guiding her up and down my shaft. Her hot breath feels amazing, but if she doesn’t slow down, I’m going to embarrass myself and come too quickly.
“Get back up here,” I demand.
“I need you so fucking bad,” she says breathily. “I’m done waiting.”
“That’s the understatement of the decade,” I say, then lift the thin material of her dress from her small frame. She raises her arms, allowing me to pull it off her. I step back slightly and admire how stunning she is. Cami is a goddamn vision.
Wrapping my arms around her, I undo her bra, and her breasts spill out, giving me the perfect view. I study every part of her, taking a mental snapshot. My fingertips brush across the softness of her collarbone as I dip down
