Page 89 of Worthy of Sunsets and Second Chances

Tossing her on the bed I say, “Tell me to stop and we stop.”

“No, don’t stop,” she says, unbuttoning her jeans and starting to wiggle out of them.

Thank fuck.

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Kendra

Islip my jeans all the way off and watch, transfixed, as Eli strips out of his open flannel and white T-shirt underneath. He’s left standing at the foot of my bed in his undone belt, jeans, and work boots. The muscles under his olive skin ripple with each movement he makes, and I can’t wait to be in his hands, feeling the power and the passion that he’s been holding back for so long.

Going up on my knees, I take off my shirt and am left in my maroon lace bra and matching panties.

“I don’t deserve you,” Eli chokes out when he sees me. “But I am going to worship you like I do,” he vows. I yelp as he snags me around the waist and pulls me flush against his blazing hot chest, kissing me like his life depends on it.

Laying me on the edge of the bed, Eli drops to his knees and drapes my legs over his broad shoulders, kissing up my inner thighs and making me gasp. I try to squeeze my needy center together, relieve some of the pressure that is building in my core, but he has me at his mercy.

“Missed you so damn much,” Eli roughs out, pressing his face into my pussy and inhaling. Then, before I can move, or protest, he uses his hands to rip my lace panties to shreds.

“Eli!” I lean up on my elbows and look down to see his cocky smirk.

“They were in my way,” he says and then sucks my clit into my mouth, making me scream out his name again.

He’s merciless. Licking, sucking, plunging his fingers in and out of me and stroking the secret spot that has only been touched by his long, capable fingers.

I can’t take much more and I tell him that. “Please, I need,” I beg.

“What, sweetheart, tell me.” He strokes my clit.

“I need to come, please.”

“Please, who?” he demands.

“Daddy, please. Please, make me come,” I plead in a mix of desperation, annoyance, and longing.

Eli slaps my clit and I explode when he sucks it into his mouth, soaking his face as my pussy quivers and pulses. He moans as he takes one more slow lick up my seam, making my legs shake.

Standing up, grinning down at me, Eli strips off the rest of his clothes, leaving him gloriously naked in front of me. With a powerful arm he hooks it around my languid body and scoots me up the bed, unclasping my bra in the back in a swift movement as he goes.

Oh shit.

I sit up, and Eli’s laying propped up on the pillows next to me looking like a freaking Greek god.

“Um, so remember my tattoo?” I ask.

“Yeah, I guess I’ve been a bit distracted, but now that you mention it.” He lets out a humming sound from his chest, and I know he’s thinking about Keller tattooing me, touching me. His burning eyes blaze a path over my skin in pursuit of the ink.

Jesus, he’s not going to like this.

“Okay, I am going to show you. But . . .” I squeeze my eyes shut.

I feel his rough hand run up my thigh. “But what?”

“The only people that have ever seen my tattoos are Keller, obviously.”

“Obviously.” Eli narrows his eyes a bit and I roll my own.

“And my nana and Lainey. So you can’t turn into a caveman over the fact that Keller tattooed me . . . here. Promise me, right now, Hulk. Promise.” I glare at Eli, still cupping my bra tightly to my chest, and he glances down, registering what I am saying.