“Then don’t stop, Elijah.”
Our heads inches apart from each other, foreheads pressed together. And both of us have only need and hunger in the look we exchange. My gaze falls to her chest again. Those damn curves.
Her nipples taut against the fabric of her swimming suit and I have to grit my teeth to stop myself from ripping that offensive piece of material off her body. Instead, I palm her breasts, enjoying the feel of them in my hands. Gripping her nipples between my thumbs and index fingers, I squeeze them through the fabric and watch her eyes roll back with pleasure. Dammit, she's so fucking beautiful. The moan she suppresses by capturing her bottom lip between her turns me into a beast.
“We shouldn't do this,” I murmur again, but it's not a protest. It's never been a protest. Instead, it's like adding fuel to the fire that burns dangerously. “But we can’t stop. I can’t stop. I won’t fucking stop,” I say like that’s my mission in life.
She rubs her pussy over my aching cock with a shivering breath, I'm gone. Every shard of self-control I have has gone.
Like she didn't turn me on enough, she leans to my ear and whispers, “I want you.”
And with that, I turn to a man possessed by need.
I leave the pool at lightning speed with her in my arms and don't stop until I reach the bed.
19
Eva
He kisses me all the way until I feel the mattress on my back. His thighs straddle my legs as he watches me. The fire in his eyes is so intense I can feel myself burn with its warmth. My skin erupts in goosebumps.
I moan when I feel his lips on mine again. This time the kiss isn't urgent as before. We kiss slowly, passionately, like we have all the time in the world. His lips trail kisses from my lips to my jaw and to my neck. I arch my back to give him better access as he sucks and licks the sensitive skin. I haven't known I could feel this much with just a kiss, but as he moves his lips under my ear, I'm writhing in pleasure under him. I can feel his hardness between my leg, and I don't feel ashamed as I move my hips to seek friction.
I sit up as he tries to peel the swimsuit off my body.
“This little red piece looks great on you, but I need this off,” he groans, fighting with the tight material.
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nbsp; I giggle, but it turns into a gasp when he finally bares my tits to his eyes. Slowly pushing me back to the bed, he looks deep into my eyes.
“Evangeline, are you sure you want to do this? We can stop. Maybe we should.”
How can he doubt? Or maybe he has the cold feet. Perhaps he thinks I'm… "You think I'm how they think of me, right? You think I'm easy, a slu-"
He puts his hand over my mouth.
“Don't call yourself those things. Ever. I don't think any of those things about you. I've never thought those things about you.”
I swallow the tears that threaten to fall. "Then why are you trying to stop?"
He looks at me for so long I feel insecure. Wrapping my arms over my chest, I try to cover myself, but he stops me. Reaching for my hands, he brings them to his mouth and places a kiss on every knuckle.
“Don't cover yourself from me.”
I let him hold my hands, but I can't look at him in the eye while I still think he doesn’t want me.
“Evangeline. Baby, look at me.”
I can't NOT look at him after he calls me baby. That's the first time I hear him say it.
“I want you. There's nothing I wanted more than this moment, since I first saw you. I've been dreaming, thinking, fantasizing about you since day one.” He smirks. “You're driving me crazy.”
I know he's not done so I wait for him to continue.
“But no matter how much I want to fuck you, I can't do it if you're not sure.”
Just when I'm about to answer him, he continues with more serious tone. "I care about you so much more than sex even though every second I don't have you is pain. I want you, but I need you to know it's not just plain fucking for me."