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With her splayed out beneath me, chest heaving, eyes tracing my partially exposed torso, I shook my head, smiling in disbelief. Reverently sliding my palms down her sides, I trailed the length of her gorgeous, muscled legs, and hooked her shoes free, dropping them to the floor as her sharp eyes tracked the movements.
Praying she didn’t change her mind, I demanded, “Tell me you want this.”
She nodded, and for a breath, I thought she wouldn’t speak, but she managed a quiet, “I need you. This. I need this.” Her feet hooked behind my back again, pulling me onto her.
“Too many clothes,” I complained, slipping my hands beneath the hem of her loose pants, sliding them down as she laughed.
“I agree,” she breathed back, fingers snatching the edge of my shirt. But instead of continuing to free the buttons, she slid her hands flat, roaming up my chest as her eyes followed, and then yanked me sideways with her legs. Laughing, I rolled with her, certainly not complaining about the goddess looking down at me with lust-hooded eyes and a curtain of hair draped over a shoulder.
She smirked in a way that could only spell trouble, and before I could reach her wrists, or utter a warning, popped my button-up apart in one demanding yank, sending buttons flying and skittering across some hard surface.
“You—” my complaint was silenced when she lunged to kiss me, the words lost on her lips.
“Faster,” she said against my mouth. I rolled us back, pinning her beneath me this time. It didn’t stop her from tearing the shirt off my arms as I ripped the flimsy fabric from her top, revealing what I assumed was a very expensive bra to match her black thong. And a body I’d never dared to let myself admire. Long. Athletic. A purple gem glinting on her belly button ring.
“You’re so damn beautiful.” I palmed her narrow waist, thumb tracing the line of her abs before making my way to her soaked center. My head fell back at the slick feel of her pussy against my fingers.
Thumbing aside the thin scrap of lace fabric, I said, “Look at you, so wet and needy for me.”
“It was always you,” she panted back, no small trace of desperation in her voice. Every inch of my body froze, gaze slowly tracking away from that perfect pink pussy, up the defined lines of her body to her face, where her eyes mirrored every ounce of weight she’d placed in those words. Refusing to let go of her, I kept a palm against her clit, the other braced on the bed as I dove for her mouth. El’s hands wrapped around either side of my neck, taking my demanding kiss and pulling me tighter, a near bruising pressure.
It wasn’t enough. Could never be enough. I nudged her jaw aside to lick and nip and suck down the line of her neck. Needing to taste all of her.
“Please, Broderick,” she said on a trembling breath. That was all it took for me to thrust one finger into her wet heat. Her head rolled, back arching and exposing more of her neck for me to lick and kiss and claim.
“Fuck, Pix, you’re so tight.” Her moan was all I got in response as I added a second finger, curling them as I kissed down her collar, her chest. Memorizing her lines. I shoved away the bra and sucked one perfect nipple into my mouth. Her answering gasp shot straight to my cock.
Five minutes in, and Elora had my dick weeping like some college kid finally getting his first lay. I needed this to last. Needed to impress her. Prove we were worth the wait. But fuck, she was perfect. Coming undone beneath my hands, those little whimpers and moans destroying my resolve.
One hand curling two fingers inside her while the other worked her needy, swollen clit in gentle little circles.
“More…clit,” she panted desperately.
Smirking, I arched one brow, but complied, shaking my head. “Fucking hell, you’re still bossy when I fuck you?”
“Especially then,” she huffed through a giggle.
“Mmm,” I hummed thoughtfully, adjusting until her body arched, eyes rolling back as I increased the intensity. Fuck, she looked good coming undone beneath me. “Funny, I don’t mind it so much at the moment,” I noted. She smiled until her breath hitched in three quick pants. When her legs fought me, thighs shaking, I eased just enough to keep her writhing without taking her too far. “Tell me what you like, baby. Slow and sweet?” She shook her head, unable to open her eyes even as my smile grew. “Needy little thing. Faster?” Another head shake. “Harder?” I guessed again without shifting the pressure. She gave me another ‘no’, and I canted my head as lust-leaden eyes found mine.
“You’re perfect…I need your cock.”
It twitched in response, aching and heavy for her. I knew she’d find my head slick with pre-cum when I finally freed it. “Not yet.” Her pout came to an immediate halt when I leaned down and roughly sucked that nipple into my mouth. “I’ve waited over a decade to have you, baby. I wanna take my time with you. I want you dripping down your thighs for me–want to make you come so hard that you don’t think you can give me another. That’s when I get to fuck you, baby. And I want you to finish while screaming my name, so this whole damn hotel knows who makes you feel this good.”
And with that last promise, she did just that. Head thrown back, body clamping down around my fingers, Elora gave a breathless cry. Just my name.
“Broderick!”
EIGHTEEN
ELORA
“Holy…hell,” I panted as Broderick lowered his body onto mine, the weight so delicious my eyes closed as I soaked up every inch of skin contact. Had I ever come that hard? I didn’t know a woman could come that hard. Like I physically shattered around his hand before he put me back together with gentle caresses and gentler kisses. It was his promise-laced words, as much as the physical pleasure that unraveled me entirely. Like a cheap damn rug, and he ran off with the frayed edges and left me in tatters.
Only…he didn’t leave… Instead, when I peeled my heavy lids open, the deepest brown eyes were looking down at me with a kind of admiration I’d only ever dreamed of. Like I’d just rocked his world instead of the other way around. His warm, broad hands took turns brushing the hair from my sweat-slicked face in adoration before cradling it between them, gaze roving over me like he couldn’t get enough. Couldn’t bear to look away. Like I was every ounce as precious–as wanted–to him as he had always been to me.
Dazed and panting, I raised a hand to cradle his face, stilling when he turned to bite into my palm before kissing it. Tears burned in my eyes as I stared up at the man who had owned my mind and body since before I had a right to love him. When he turned his attention to my face, the sentiment was reflected back, his eyes closing as he pressed more languid kisses into my palm.
“Hey baby,” he said as a low chuckle rumbled in his chest, a rare cocky smirk hooking his lips. “I could get used to watching you shatter for me like that.”
