He exhales roughly, his hands digging into the seat. A low growl spills from his parted lips. He lets me set the tempo, explore him at my own pace. His skin is silken although what it encases is as hard as concrete. The contrast is driving me crazy; his scent is strong, earthy, and I can’t get enough of him. I relax my face, trying to pull as much as I can, while my hand grips the base and pumps. His cock twitches and pulses, and I suck hard, my head bobbing.
The muscles in his thighs tense, and his pelvis thrusts in sync with my rhythm. From his rough breathing and the raw groans deep in his throat, I know he’s close. I speed up, my entire being focused on making him feel good.
He lets out a guttural moan a fraction of a second before spurting hotly in my mouth. The climax stuns me for a moment, but I swallow and wait for the pulsing to subside before I come up. A dark flush colors his cheeks, and his face is relaxed in utter satisfaction. It feels good that I’ve given him pleasure the way he gave it to me.
“Belle…” He pulls me up and kisses me deeply, his tongue sweeping in. But then he pulls back. “What’s wrong?”
“You…um…want me to go rinse, or…?”
Elliot laughs. “No.” He licks my lips. “You taste amazing. Like you and me. Us.”
Us.
The word stirs such longing that my eye
s tear up. I want that connection and possession…and I want it with Elliot.
I finally acknowledge something I’ve known for a while now. It’s too late for walls around my heart. Elliot is already inside.
This time, when he dips his head again, I kiss him back. Willing him to feel what I feel for him, because I don’t have the courage to voice it.
Chapter Eight
Annabelle
We spend the rest of the morning in absolute laziness by the rooftop infinity pool. It holds a special memory for me since it’s the place where Elliot and I had our first dinner together as a married couple. And afterward, he seduced me. Delicious shivers run down my back at the memory.
“You sure you don’t have to work?” I ask.
“If anything were blowing up, I’d’ve gotten a call by now.” I glance at his phone, which is blissfully quiet.
I have no interest in swimming, but I do want to sun since I’m so pale. And I can read the novel I’ve been dying to start for a couple of days, the sequel to the sexy fireman romance. My face heats, remembering how Elliot found me reading it and reenacted one of the sex scenes. Oh my god, hot. If I were alone, I’d be fanning myself.
Elliot does a few laps now and again, his powerfully muscled body cutting through the water like a shark. He looks so yummy, and I can’t help but feel a tinglingly female appreciation for such prime male physique. I wouldn’t object if he swam naked, but I’m not brazen enough to suggest it.
I hear the intercom buzzing. “Lunch,” I call out, shrugging into a robe. I go to the door to take delivery from the local deli, and hand fifty bucks to a clean-cut guy who’s probably no more than a college sophomore. “Keep the change.”
His mouth opens, then he beams. “Oh-ho-ho, sick! Thanks!”
I shut the door and return to the rooftop pool. Elliot’s out of the water, his gorgeous butt parked in a lounger draped with a long, fluffy towel. I hand him his roast beef sandwich—extra horseradish gravy and one slice of tomato, no lettuce or pickles. I settle down to soup and salad.
“Dainty,” he teases.
“I’m not that hungry. I had a late breakfast, remember?”
Grunting, he bites into his food. The man loves to eat, but somehow manages to stay lean and fit. Must be all the exercise.
“By the way, what was it you wanted to tell me?” I ask after a few spoonfuls of the homey chicken and rice soup.
Elliot’s already almost finished with his lunch. Something uncomfortable crosses his face. “Nonny was forcing herself to stay awake at night.”
I blink. “Did she say why?”
“She was worried about you.” His words are measured and calm. Too measured and calm.
“What does that have to do with her staying up?” A thought strikes me. “So she doesn’t have insomnia?”
He pushes the remains of his sandwich away. “I don’t think so. She thinks you might try to hurt yourself. So she’s staying up to make sure you don’t.”