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He came up to her then, pressed his body to hers, held her jaw in his palm and kissed her as thoroughly as he had in the box downstairs. A dozen butterflies took flight deep in her stomach, their wings brushing along private places no one had touched before.
She gasped and moaned softly into his mouth feeling her body come alive for him.
Then he moved her over until she sat atop a heavy wooden desk.
“Lift your skirt, Violet.”
He pulled back and held her gaze, waited for her to move to do his bidding. This was her shot—she could either follow through and seek to fulfill the dark promise sitting in his eyes or refuse and ask to leave. Deny herself this opportunity to take a chance and risk it all. He’d let her leave. She didn’t know how she knew, she just did.
But as she held his gaze, his thumb brushed along her jaw softly. The action was so out of place, she took it for what it was. A request of comfort. Of trust.
So, she lifted her skirt, revealing her lacy white cheeky panties beneath.
He dropped to his knees, the sound muted by plush carpet. His eyes held hers as he leaned forward. She bit her lip, indecision running through her veins. His hands stayed at her hips under her skirt. He didn’t move to bring down the panties. Did nothing at all but lean forward until she was forced to open her legs to allow him entry.
“Put your legs over my shoulders.”
“Elijah…”
“You’re safe here, Violet. I know my words mean fuck-all to you, but you give me the word to stop, and I will. I’ll also make sure you get home without any hassle.” His thumbs swept a soothing motion over the exposed skin on her hips.
She bit her bottom lip, holding back a sound that wanted to escape.
“But I don’t think you want to leave,” he went on. He helped her set one leg on his shoulder, then the other. A thrill went through her as he looked up between her legs, so close to her core. “I think you’re just as curious about this pull between us as I am.”
He turned his face and brushed his lips across her inner thigh. That sound wanting to escape from earlier left in a gasp. Bristles along his jaw touched to the soft skin there causing her toes to curl.
“I think you also want to know if the promise of that connection is as strong as we think it is. If we’ll come together in an explosion of pleasure that’ll ruin us for all others.”
His lips trailed along, moving closer and closer to where she wept for him. Indecision be damned—that had left out the window right around the time he’d helped her get into this very exposed position. Yeah, she still had on her panties, but with his face right there, inches away, she knew he could see everything. Could smell her need.
Heat bloomed on her cheeks. He glanced up at her as he moved closer. The fingers on his hand opposite from where his face was traced lightly along the edge of her panties. Up and down, moving along the seam. The action, along with his face moving closer, caused her to widen her legs.
She’d beg now if he stopped. There was nothing holding her back from wanting to experience this. Wanting to see what it’d be like to have him touch her there. Taste her there.
“And once we figure out this connection, Little Bird…” He laid an open-mouthed kiss at the junction where her thigh met with her pelvic bone. She lifted her hips or tried to, wanting to chase that feeling. He held her in place with his hands wrapped around her legs. Her heart fluttered in her chest. Warmth spread through her belly, like hot lava erupting from a volcano. This desire had no place to go, and it all centered on what Elijah was doing between her legs.
“Once we figure out this connection,” he said again after she settled. But this time, his lips coasted over her core. She strained against the feeling, almost as if he played a feather over her. It wasn’t enough. She burned for that touch of his mouth to her. Whimpered with the need for it.
“Are you paying attention, Violet?” He licked a path up one side of her. She felt the contact through her panties, but it wasn’t anywhere close to where she practically wept for him. That bud strained as if reaching for him.
He nipped the same area, and she yelped.
“I asked you a question,” he said.
“God, do you always talk so much?” she asked, panting as her head dropped back to the wall behind her.
A light movement against her had her looking down to see him smiling at her core. His mouth sitting right there but not moving.
“Elijah, please.”
His face moved again as he growled low. His nose brushed along her clit causing her hips to chase it, but he held her down again.
“I so love the sound of you begging.”
His mouth moved to where his nose had tweaked, then slipped over the bud. She let out a shocked moan that was full of relief. But it still wasn’t enough. She wanted more.
“I want to know if you’re paying attention, though,” he said, then licked a wet hard path up the gusset of her panties. Stars of pleasure exploded in her stomach, tingles erupting up her spine and scalp.
