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"And why not me?" I ask the question, the only one that really matters, and the one I'm almost certain she won't answer.
"I," she stutters, "I don't— I don't know."
"Yes, you do." The glove joins its match on the floor, and I take one deliberate step toward my Elva. "So just tell me."
Nerves creep into her face as I stalk closer, stepping toward something neither of us can come back from. Just a single touch from Elva would give her enough power to completely and utterly ruin me. And yet, that's a price I'll happily pay if it means even a moment of feeling her perfection.
"I didn't want to feel yours." She shrugs, eyes finally meeting mine.
"Why?"
"I don't know," she tells me again.
"Did you think that just because you couldn't feel it, you would somehow be safe from how I feel about you?" She swallows, not answering at all. "Have you convinced yourself all this time that you could hide from this? From you and me?"
Silence.
"You cannot hide from me, my sweet," I tease, stepping so close that she must tilt her head to look at me. "And you cannot go on pretending like you don't already know that I crave you. That I think of nothing but you."
"Obviously I know that you want me," she scoffs, the sound entirely unconvincing. "But that doesn't mean anything. You're attracted to me, and obviously, I'm attracted to you, but there's no reason to pretend it's anything more than that."
"So that's it, then." I finally understand. "You've convinced yourself that this is nothing more than lust, and as long as you hide from how I feel, you don't have to face that your need mirrors mine. That this bone-deep, agonizing, horrid longing lives inside you, too."
"It doesn't," she bites out.
I chuckle, gazing down at my Elva, my gorgeous houseguest, my wicked, bloody, delicious mess of a woman. Burying both hands in her hair to lock her against me, I whisper just inches away from her mouth, "Liar."
And then, finally, I kiss her. A desperate press of my lips to hers, rough and possessive, holding her captive against me. She gasps, and I take the opportunity to taste her mouth, sweeping my tongue along hers. A small moan escapes her, the sound lighting my blood on fire, so I do it again.
She stands frozen, as lost as I am to the kiss. When I pull her bottom lip between my teeth, she finally loses the battle against her body, grabbing me by my hips to pull me even closer, moaning when she feels the very obvious effect she has on me.
She tugs at the bottom of my shirt, pulling it from where it's tucked into my pants. Not willing to waste any more fucking time, I rip the stupid thing over my head, throwing it behind me so I can finally have her hands on me.
Her soft fingers dance nervously across my lower stomach, and I almost lose it right then, ending this before it even begins. I moan into her mouth before letting my lips trace a line down her jawline and onto her neck. With one hand in her hair and the other gripping her perfect backside so I can grind against her, I leave soft, wet kisses on every inch I can reach.
I suck on the spot behind her ear, and she moans again, sighing my name. I'll never tire of that sound, the desperate way she says it while she clings to me. I need more, louder, longer. I need her screaming it.
"My Elva," I practically growl in her ear before biting the soft cartilage, and her fingernails scratch down my back when I do, driving me further into madness.
With tenderness I don't feel, I reach for the bottom of her shirt, lifting it up over her head. Through the small piece of clothing underneath it, her breasts scream for my attention, the hard peaks poking through. The bra comes off next, her gorgeous tits bouncing when they're finally freed.
I groan, instantly latching my mouth around one and making Elva cry out. Flicking my tongue against it over and over, I make my Elva pant and moan, her hips moving against me, desperately seeking the pleasure she knows I'm going to give her.
Releasing her nipple, I move to the other, gently biting it. Her small scream makes my eyes roll back in my head, the sound so wild and primal I feel it all the way into my spine.
I ease her nipple out of my mouth with one last soothing lick, working my mouth back up between her tits, up her throat, all the way until I find her perfect, kiss-swollen lips, burying my tongue between them again.
Walking us back toward the bed, I stop once the back of her knees hit the side, pushing her to sit. Finally. The word rings out in my head again. Finally, I get to have my darling girl all to myself, in my bed where she belongs. No secrets. Well, almost none. But that's tomorrow's dilemma. Tonight's only problem should be that there's no way she'll be able to handle coming for me as many times as I need her to.
I push against her sternum until she's laid flat, like that day in the library when she came so sweetly for me. All I wanted that day was to taste her and lick between those shapely legs until they were shaking.
And now, that's exactly what I'm going to do.
I lean over her, chastely kissing her lips again before moving down her body, paying attention to each hard peak of her breasts again on the way down, taking my time until she's writhing, her fingers clenched in the bedding.
Holding onto the waistband of her pants, I gently order, "Lift."
Biting her lips, she does as she's told, lifting her hips just enough that I can work the clothing and underwear down her legs, leaving wet kisses all the way down until I'm on my knees before her, taking the last bit of clothing from her and throwing it behind me.
