“What?”
“It’sfewerclothes, not less. Although you could say ‘less clothing.’”
“I have an idea. Fewer clothes, fewer interruptions from the grammar police, and more time for coming our brains out.”
“Brilliant.” Ellie laughs, kissing me again. She slides off the counter, and we stumble into the bedroom together, stripping as we go, crashing onto the bed in a tangle of bare arms and legs, Ellie’s dark brown hair a stark contrast against my white duvet.
Finally freed from the confines of my dress pants, my rock-hard cock throbs against her damp thighs, but I’m not about to rush things with Ellie. I want to take her in, kiss by kiss, one sexy moment at a time.
I start with her collarbone, blazing a trail of kisses from one shoulder to the other, then down to her breasts. She gasps my name, her back arching as I suck one of her tight peaks into my mouth, but I don’t stop, sucking her harder, grazing her with my teeth, pushing her to the edge before turning my attention to the other breast, every movement driving her wild. I can’t get enough of her, my senses overloaded by the silk of her skin, her taste, the way she writhes beneath me.
I can’t wait another minute. I need to make her come.
I drag my mouth down her stomach, tracing a path between her thighs, slowly guiding her legs apart. My tongue swirls over her clit, and Ellie threads her hands into my hair.
“Oh, God,” she moans, nails digging into my scalp.
It’s all the invitation I need.
I grab her thighs and slide my tongue inside her. Her taste is intoxicating, flooding my mouth as she arches her back and rocks her hips against my kiss. I’m drunk on her—her scent, her toned thighs, the moans she makes as I fuck her with my mouth.
“Jack,” she breathes, fisting my hair, and I know she’s right on the edge.
That she trusts me to take her there.
It’s a gift, and I still can’t believe she’s offering it to me. Here. Now. In my bed.
I suck her clit between my lips, licking and teasing, stroking her until she shatters, screaming my name.
Slowly, reverently, I kiss her thighs, her belly, those beautiful breasts, working my way back to her mouth. Her cheeks are flushed and her eyes dark with desire.
“More,” she whispers, arching against my cock. Her heat is a siren call I’m powerless to resist. I grab a condom from the nightstand drawer, rolling it on as I tease her entrance.
“Please,” she says. “I need you inside me.”
God, Ellie.
We’ve crossed so many lines tonight, but not this one. Not yet. Five more seconds, and there’s no going back.
“Are you sure?” I ask, every inch of me pulsing with need for this woman. “Absolutely sure?”
“I’msosure.” Ellie curls her fingers around my shoulders, pulling me down for another kiss as I slide blissfully inside her, one inch at a time. AndGodmaybe I really did die back there in my kitchen. That has to be it. Because right now my body is on fire, my brain has liquefied, and the last thing I know for sure is that nothing in this world has ever felt as much like home as this woman.
I try to make it last, to draw out every moment of bliss, but the second Ellie goes again, arching into my cock as her body locks tight around me, I’m gone.
I explode, my body humming with electricity, pleasure, and something deeper.
Something I’m not sure I have a name for, but it makes the moments we spend curled up in each other’s arms some of the sweetest in memory.
“You sure youdon’t want to stay?” I ask, walking her out as the car service rolls up in front of my building a few hours later. “We could grab some breakfast on the way to the office tomorrow, chat about those files. Sal’s diner makes a mean veggie omelet.”
“I’d love to, but all my Eric stuff is at home,” Ellie says. “I can’t get ready without it.”
“You can borrow one of my suits. We’ll roll up the cuffs, eighties style.”
Ellie laughs, but I can tell my powers of persuasion are failing. “If I stay, you’ll keep me up all night, and then I’ll fall asleep during the morning meeting and get in big trouble with my boss.”
“You’ve got me there,” I say. “Your bossiskind of a dick.”