Gently, I lift his chin, forcing him to look at me. “Just give me your heart,” I beg softly. “I don’t care what condition it’s in. Just give me your heart.”
Now, we’re kissing, hard and passionate and deep. Eli picks me up and carries me to the bedroom.
When he sets me on my feet beside the bed, my hands reach blindly for his jacket. I wrestle him out of it as his fingers disappear beneath my dress and his lips dance up my neck. Then, I’m in full-on combat mode against his tie. I accidentally tug on the wrong bit and end up pulling the fabric tighter instead of setting him free.
He makes a gagging sound as he dramatically collapses to the bed, pulling me down beside him. “Can’t…breathe…” He exaggerates, pretending to choke.
My horrified gasp is overtaken by my giggles. “Oh god. Sorry. I’m so sorry.” Turning onto my side to face him, I run a hand down his strong chest. “I’m just really anxious to be with you.”
He strokes my cheek. “I’m here with you, baby. All night. I’m not going anywhere. So…so let’s take our time.”
“Okay…”
“I’ve finally got you to myself and it feels so good not having to rush.” He nibbles on my bottom lip, then he sucks it and pulls lightly. “All this time, we’ve had to be quiet, we’ve had to hold back. But tonight, I’ve got you alone. And I want to hear you scream my name.”
A smile slips across my face. Lordie lord. “Then get me naked, Boss Man.”
Eli unzips my dress. He groans approvingly as the fabric tumbles to the floor. In an instant, my bra is gone and my breasts fill his hands.
Our lips meet again. But this time, we aren’t speeding to the finish line. We take it slow and easy, making out till we lose track of time.
He brings two fingers to my opening and they plunge in smooth like cream. I’m so utterly wet. I grab a condom from the night table. I hand it to him and he rolls it on.
I moan when he sinks into me, slow, reverent, ocean-deep. He starts moving and I cling to his biceps, wrapping my legs around his back and giving myself completely to the pleasure.
He whispers. “You okay, baby?"
My eyes spring open and I meet his stare in the dark. "Better than okay."
So much better than okay. I'm in love. Safe and happy and in love. With him, I feel powerful, beautiful, adored.
He smiles affectionately then leans down and kisses me, drawing his knuckles up and down my side before circling my nipple with his fingertips.
When he starts going harder, I work my hips, grinding and pumping in sync with him.
He drives into my slickness. I cry out each time he bottoms out inside me. Each thrust sends the headboard slamming into the wall. I'm gasping for air, clinging for dear life. One final deep, hard thrust pushes me off the cliff. Then I'm freefalling into an abyss of pleasure and the man is diving right alongside me.
We collapse into the bed and Eli pulls the blankets up to our chins. We lie between the sheets, skin on skin, limbs intertwined. We kiss deep and slow with starlight pouring in through the open curtains.
Eli pulls back and looks into my face. “You're making me go soft, Jessa Robson.”
I give his stiff cock a squeeze. “Oh trust me, you're hard in all the right places.”
He offers a wry smile. “Seriously, though. I feel like my heart was in ice. And now it's starting to melt.”
I snuggle close to him, blissfully content. “Well then, the score is even, Eli Kingston, ‘cause you’ve been melting me since day one.”
46 Eli
I’m a lucky man.
I’m standing at the floor-to-ceiling sliding door watching the day break over the river. The clouds look like marshmallows melting against the skyline. The sun crawls up the horizon, bleeding through the spaces between the mountains in the distance. And there’s an angel fast asleep in my bed.
Not so long ago, my 24/7 view was concrete walls and orange jumpsuits. When I was released from jail, waking up to the sight of my ceiling ducts in the basement seemed like a major upgrade. But now? Now, life is truly a blessing.
I feel skinny arms come around my middle and soft feminine curves press against my back. I smile when Jessa’s lips pucker against my shoulder blade.
I hook an arm around my back and twirl her from behind me. She comes crashing into my chest, giggling and wrapped in the cotton bedsheets.
“Well, good morning, gorgeous.” I bring my lips to hers and enjoy her lush mouth on mine.
“Good morning,” she responds, looking like a glorious, beautiful, freshly-fucked mess.
I brush hair from her face. “D’you manage to get a little bit of sleep?”
“Eventually.” She side-eyes me. “But no thanks to you. You are insatiable, Eli Kingston.” She playfully slaps my chest.
“I am. But I didn’t hear you complaining when you were riding my face at three in the morning.” I smirk.
“Touché.” She smirks back.
We fucked four times last night, each round of love-making punctuated by a roof-shaking orgasm. In between each session, we talked and we laughed and we played, whispering dirty, filthy words between dirty, lazy kisses. Getting to know more about each other. I want more nights like that. I want more mornings like this.
She turns her attention to the view outside the window. She grips the sheets around her naked body with one hand. Her other palm lays flat on the sliding door. “The sunrise is always so beautiful here. I don’t think I’ll ever get over it.”
“It really is.” I cross my arms around her stomach, holding her possessively to me. We watch the river meandering lazily through the valley. “When I was locked up in my cell, I really missed the views of these woods and the water out here. I missed the cookouts we had every month, inviting the whole
