He smelled like pine and cedar. Tasted like mint.
Felt like heaven.
Every part of her leaned closer and before she knew it, she was standing on her toes absolutely devouring him as she shoved him toward the bedroom. When she went for the buttons on his freshly pressed shirt, he didn’t bother stopping her. Good thing. She wasn’t in the mood to be dissuaded.
“What about dinner?” he asked between kisses, but he didn’t wait for an answer. He palmed her neck and kissed the sensitive spot behind her ear.
“You sound like a good dinner to me.” When he raised his head, she kissed then nipped his bottom lip.
With a growl, he took over, deepening their connection, his hands on her face, his tongue stroking hers at a torturous, languid pace. Fingers on the waistband of his slacks, she was hit with a sudden desire—an absolute need. Him, raw and naked and under her.
Button open, zipper drawn, she slipped his pants and boxers down narrow hips. Hard and ready, his cock landed heavy in her hand and she stroked once.
Twice.
A desperate sound left his lips as his fingers trailed into her hair. “Isa.”
She shuddered. Hearing her name on his lips was sexier than the nickname he had for her. She bunched his shirt and slid down his body, lifting the material and kissing his flat stomach. He was toned and hard and she explored the many dips with her tongue and teeth. Especially when she drew lower.
She paused to look up at him from her position on her knees—to take in the hunger in his nighttime blue eyes, the muscles in his abs taut as he cradled her head with gentle pressure. Then she took him in. Inch by inch, she slicked her tongue past the head and down the shaft as the most glorious sound of pleasure left Eli’s lips.
He rocked, hips tilting forward as he shifted his weight.
Air hissed through his teeth as she bobbed and sucked, licked and kissed.
“Sable.” A groan. “I have to…” An exhale, short but powerful. “Sit down.”
She let him loose and he swore as he plunked down on the bed, his eyes filled with dark intent, his fists wrapped around the bedding.
She started to lower to the floor and he cupped her elbow.
“I’m not done,” she argued.
“No?” His voice was a wheeze.
She shook her head, tugged the skirt of her dress up, and lowered to her knees in front of him. Then she dove in again. This time, she heard his swearing clear as day.
“Fuck, Isa. God. Dammit. Fuck me.”
Each word was a rust-covered rumble paired with his hand massaging her head. He bucked his hips, so close now. She could feel him coiling, every muscle in his thighs tightening. She kept going. Kept pleasuring him until he surrendered his release on a shout.
She swallowed him down, every drop, and only then did she let him loose with a soft pop before laying a reverent kiss on his shaft. She stood to find Eli had collapsed on the bed, arms overhead, shirt open and revealing his stomach and heaving chest. She admired him for a few seconds: the shadow his lashes cast on his cheeks, the newly shaven jawline she hadn’t yet grown accustomed to. Tanned skin and slim waist, thick thighs, and the way his pants were bunched around his ankles.
Knee on the bed, she trailed a hand over his stomach and up to play with one flat nipple.
“You are the most stunningly handsome man.” She kissed the corner of his mouth, pleased when he barely had the strength to pucker.
Eyes open and honed in on hers, he gave her a lopsided grin that made her heart flip. “I never imagined someone like you existed.”
Her hand froze on his chest as she let the words soak in. The love she felt for him intensified, saturating her very being. She was sure he could see it. Feel it. How could he not when she absolutely radiated with it?
“Wait until after dinner.” His hand brushed her cheek, pushing her hair away from her face. “I’m going to make you come so hard I’ll render you useless.”
Her teeth speared her lip and Eli reached up to free the flesh from her bite.
“Do you want that? Me rendering you useless?” His eyes darkened with wicked intent. “At my whim and command? Shaking and pleading with me to stop because you can’t take any more pleasure?”
Well. Look who’d found his voice.