“YOU FEEL AMAZING.” Eli kissed me with all the passion of a man who’d been on the moon without his woman for three long, agonizing years. Like he’d just returned home to civilization and was desperate for physical contact. There was no doubt in my mind he missed me and still loved me. He wasn’t the kind of guy to fake his feelings.
And I felt said feelings acutely by the way he touched my face and kneaded my lips with his. He was doing all the things he knew would turn me docile—turn me to putty in his hands.
Having his muscular body on mine again, pressing me into the mattress, nearly brought me to tears. I’d missed this so much.
Dammit though. It wasn’t supposed to be like this. All I wanted was a release—a freaking orgasm. Not to get caught up in emotions. Millions of people everywhere had meaningless sex—a one-night stand.
Why couldn’t I?
I only kissed the few men I’d dated. I’d hoped they could help push Eli entirely out of my heart. But they couldn’t. Eli was so ingrained in my soul, it felt like I was betraying him, even though we were legally divorced. Apparently, the heart didn’t care about legalities.
I’m such an idiot.I should have never come to his suite.
Why did I think I could only have sex with him when I still loved him?
Because I wished, after three years apart, a future together was possible. I wasn’t so sure it was though. What I wanted, Eli didn’t. He was the king of his universe. I might have been his queen, but my feelings were disregarded. No chance in hell would I let him treat me like a second-class citizen again. He never treated me horribly; he just held his position with unwavering strength. And I was shit out of luck, because the king had spoken.
But now wasn’t the time to think of any of that. Not when my body was on fire. Humming deliciously as a massive orgasm was on the brink of detonating.
“I hear the wheels turning in your head, Boo. Whatever you’re thinking… stop.”
“Don’t tell me what to do.”
He pulled almost all the way out and drove back in, penetrating me deeply. I sucked in a breath as he hit the right angle. Nothing I’d done to myself could ever be as incredible as Eli hammering into me. Except he slowed down to a maddening, leisurely pace. Drawing his cock out of me tenderly, then sliding back in.
“Still so fucking tight, baby. And warm.” He dropped his mouth to my neck and sucked on my pulse point.
“Stop it. Just get to it.”
He shook his head, ignoring my desperate plea.
“Don’t you dare mark me, Eli Morgan!” All I wanted was for him to screw my brains out, but he didn’t seem to want anything to do with fucking. He was making love to me.
I wanted it rough, maybe even a little painful, so I wouldn’t get caught up in him. But no. Eli was bound and determined to own me again, body and soul. Heart and mind.
And damn him for being irresistible. I gripped his shoulders, squeezing and massaging them. They were firmer and more massive than the last time I’d touched them. He must have stepped up his game at the gym. I ran my hand down his back to his ass and practically came when I filled my hands.
Eli picked up his speed, drilling into me as he continued to suck on my neck.
I was lifting higher into oblivion. My mind whirled, body tingling and heart fluttering. Eli knew what he was doing as his mouth and hands worked in time.
And I loved it. I hated how I loved it.
“Shit, Boo. You’re everything to me.”
I swallowed the instant emotion lodged in my throat. I cradled his face in my hands as we gazed into each other’s eyes. I was close. Close to jumping off the edge.
Then I remembered…
“You’re not wearing a condom.”
“No, baby, I’m not.”
“But—” He cut me off with another passionate kiss. The heat between us was sizzling hot. I felt the first wave hit and I clenched around his cock.
“That’s it, come for me.”
I shook my head. “Pull out.”