“Weren’t you?”
“Always.”
“Maybe it was a waste of time,” she says. “Not telling each other sooner.”
“Maybe it just gave us a chance to grow up a little.”
“Maybe it means we’ll appreciate this moment even more.”
She starts kissing me again, slowly, softly. Sassy is treating this like we’ve got all the time in the world, and to be honest, she’s right. We’ve waited a lifetime to be together. We can wait a little bit more. We take this slowly.
There’s no reason we have to rush. Neither one of us has anywhere to be. We have no one to please, no one to impress. It’s just her and me now.
“You and me, baby.”
“Forever.”
My hands are on her waist, but then they’re not. They’re tracing little lines on her waist and slowly moving up. Just like in my dreams, I’m going to take my time touching every inch of this woman.
I’m going to make it count.
I’m going to make it sweet.
I kiss her neck and her collarbone, and she groans as I do.
“That’s it. You keep making those noises.”
“I can’t help it.”
“You’re egging me on.”
“I think you love it.”
“I think you’re right.”
My hands inch up her body. I want to savor her, to take my time, but she moans in protest.
“Dude!” She says, finally, pushing me away.
“What?” Fuck. What did I do wrong?
“Stop fucking teasing me,” she says with a growl. “You want to fuck me? Fuck me. Don’t make me wait, Elliott. It’s been months, baby. It’s been years. Fuck me like you mean it.”
Chapter 7
Sassy
I’m in uncharted territory here.
Yeah, I might run a pole dancing club and teach my students how to feel, look, and act sexy, but I’m rarely the sexual aggressor in my own personal relationships.
I’m rarely the one begging people to fuck me hard.
Yet I know that’s exactly what I’m going to get when Elliott growls and pulls my tank top up over my head. My breasts are suddenly on display, but I’m not nervous. How could I be? He’s looking at me like I’m the most beautiful woman in the world, like I’m the most perfect thing he’s ever seen.
Fuck, forget that.
He’s looking at me like he’s going to fucking devour me.