“Cliché.” I tilt my head down and kiss the finger. “But I can be sweet like sugar,” I whisper. My tongue brushes his bare skin and I taste salt and Elliot. Longing pools in my belly. I curse the fact that I’m on my period. The timing really is rotten.
A slight shudder runs through him, and his eyes darken. “The first time I saw you, I thought you were beautiful…and you looked at me like you wanted to slap me.”
I giggle, my cheeks warm at the embarrassing memory. “I looked ridiculous.”
“The outer packaging was maybe a little overdone. But there are a lot of ways a woman can be beautiful. Some women are pretty on the outside but ugly inside. Some women are the other way around. You? You’re beautiful inside and out. You have a gentle soul, Belle.”
I close my eyes as I soak in the nickname. I love the way it sounds on his lips, husky and reverent at the same time. I don’t want anything to remind him of the painful betrayal, and if calling me Belle helps keep the old memory locked away, I’m a hundred percent on board. Belle is the perfect antidote to Annabelle.
His finger drops. We stay like that for a while, sharing the same air and breathing in each other’s scent. Elliot smells amazing—warm, strong and male that’s uniquely him. Nobody comes close to this man. My heart knocks against my chest. The longing becomes more acute, almost knife-like in its intensity.
He tilts his head. I lean forward, and our lips touch—the barest of brushes. It’s so sweet, it makes me ache. His hands cradle my face as though I’m a precious treasure. And I’m being sucked into him, surrounded by his touch, his scent, his taste, his heat.
But I’m not lost. He is my light, my anchor in the violent need that sweeps over me. I open my mouth wider. His tongue flirts with mine, each caress bolder than one before. My breath quickens, hot want winding through me. I can kiss him like this—forever, until the end of time—so long as the sweet moment remains unbroken.
As lovely as his revelation and gesture have been, what we have is more fragile than a newborn butterfly emerging from a chrysalis. He doesn’t have to spell it out; I know that Julian is counting on us to fail…and that Elliot’s ex is back in his life for some inexplicable reason. I’m not naïve enough to believe that the previous Annabelle stopped by just to congratulate him on his marriage.
Without breaking the kiss, he squeezes my butt and moves me until I’m straddling his hard thighs. His hand cups my breast. But the tank-top and bra are in the way, and I need a more direct touch. I want his hand on my bare skin.
I take his hand and guide it under my top. He brushes against my quivering inner belly. A trail of heat prickles my skin, and I groan against his mouth.
Still we do not break our kiss.
He travels upward until his hand pushes my bra out of the way and finds my breast. My breath roughens as he toys with my nipple. His clever fingers roll it, then tug it and brush over it, every time changing the pressure and intensity as though he’s trying to find the best way to torment me. Pleasure pulses from my nipple all the way to my clit, making me squirm.
His other hand pushes my skirt up. I dig my fingers into his hair, my mouth now ravenous and unrestrained over his. Our tongues tangle and teeth scrape for every bit of taste. He positions me so my hot core is rocking against his thick cock, pulling a moan deep from my chest.
“You’re so fucking hot,” he rasps.
“For you…”
I move against him. It’s close but not quite.
“Greedy, greedy girl,” he whispers.
“You make me greedy.”
He keeps the pace, his hands controlling my hips, and his mouth plundering mine until it’s all I can do to cling to him. His thumb is against my clit now, and my toes curl in my shoes.
The pleasure winds tighter and tighter. He pinches my nipple hard. His rough breathing fuels me, and he orders, “Come for me, Belle.”
I let go, my head falling back. My mouth opens in a broken scream as a white hot orgasm sears through me.
When I open my eyes, I feel his erection against me, and I flush. I cannot believe I was so shameless, much less while I’m on my period.
“You’re embarrassed now?” He quirks an eyebrow.
“I’m…” I bite my lower lip. I can’t take him inside me.
“I know.” He presses a tender kiss to my mouth. “It’s okay. I love watching you come.” But unsated lust glitters in his eyes, and I want to replace it with satisfaction.
“I can do other things to make you feel good,” I whisper. Then I kiss him.
I’ve never actually wanted to give a blow job before, but I do now. I want Elliot to feel at least a fraction of what I felt.
I glide down his body until I’m kneeling in front of him. His gaze is hot as he watches me. I pull his pants and boxer briefs down. His cock springs out, dark veins standing out in sharp relief against the thick, smooth shaft. The wide tip is slick, and I lick my lips. I don’t know why I’ve never considered taking him this way, given how often he buries his face between my legs.
I suck him deep into my mouth. Salty pre-cum coats my tongue, and I stroke him, while pulling my cheeks in for stronger suction.