Page 11 of Healing Love

“I’ll drive you.”

“Don’t you live way up in the wilderness so you can practice being a loner?”

This finally earns me a slight smirk. “Yes, I live way up in the wilderness, but I’m not just practicing being a loner. You’ll see for yourself that I’ve pretty much perfected it.”

A wave of lightness, passion, and lust flows through me, sizzling the tips of my nerves. The glint in his deep green eyes, the way he’s looking down at me, how he held me close and wiped my tears away… I can’t stop myself.

I close the distance between us and kiss the incredible man in front of me, because how could I not? Elliot parts his lips, allowing me to slide my tongue inside his mouth. I whimper softly as I pour out every unnamed emotion, drinking his down as well.

This is all new to me, not just relationships, but… all of it. Kissing, touching, being with someone like this. I’m not sure I’m doing it right, but when Elliot deepens the kiss and adjusts me so I’m straddling him, I know I must not be too terrible.

His hands are everywhere, sliding under the dress I'm wearing, caressing my back, my hips, and my thighs. His large, calloused fingers roam over my skin in the lightest of touches and then dig into my flesh, rocking me against his hardening cock.

“Fuck,” he grunts into the side of my neck before kissing me there. “You’re so soft,” he groans, trailing more kisses down my neck and shoulder.

Elliot stands up abruptly, keeping me in his arms as he turns and sets me down on my desk. “Your leg–” I start to protest, but Elliot captures the sound in his mouth, sucking all the air out of my lungs in a punishing, devastating kiss.

“I have a great physical therapist who taught me some stretches that have really helped,” he rasps into the shell of my ear when we break apart.

I’m panting and a little lightheaded from the intensity of it all, but I love every second. I’ve never felt more alive.

Elliot grips my inner thighs and spreads my legs so he can get closer to my aching core. He grinds his thick dick against me and tangles his fingers in my hair, tilting my head up and nipping at my jaw.

A shiver runs through me when he covers the little bite with a sweet kiss. He’s dominant, demanding, and territorial, while also being tender and caring. It’s addictive, the way he handles me.

“Need to taste more of you, sunshine.”

I’m so lost in the way his cock is rubbing against my throbbing clit, I hardly register his words. I nod my head, knowing I’ll like whatever Elliot does next. It’s all new to me, but I can’t wait for him to own me, body and soul.

And then I remember where we are.

“W-wait,” I manage to squeak out. Elliot freezes and drops his hands, and I can tell he’s about to apologize for going too far. “The door,” I finish, nodding to my office door. “Lock it.”

A wicked grin spreads across his face, making the dull, throbbing ache in my core sharpen to a point. He flips the lock on my door, ensuring no one can walk in on us. Am I really letting this sexy beast of a man have his way with me in my office? A client, no less?

“Are you sure?” Elliot asks as he steps between my thighs again.

I nod, and he gives me a look, letting me know he needs my words. “I’m sure,” I tell him. “I, uh, I guess you should know I’ve never done… well, any of this.” I wave a hand between us, gesturing vaguely and hoping he understands.

“Any of…?” He furrows his brow and tilts his head to the side, assessing me with those deep green eyes of his. I see the moment my words hit. Elliot’s eyes grow wide, his nostrils flaring as he looks me up and down as if seeing me for the first time.

Elliot groans, the sound painful. I worry for a moment he hurt his leg, but then he leans over me, resting his forehead on mine. We share the same breath, both of us trembling with desire.

“Are you telling me you’re a virgin, sunshine?” he murmurs against the shell of my ear, his voice shaking. I nod, pulling out another tortured groan from my growly mountain man. “You deserve better than this,” he says after a moment of silence.

I whine in frustration. “But–”

“I’ll take care of you, honey. Don’t you worry about that.” Oh, lordy, his eyes darken with lust, and I squeeze my thighs together to try and get some relief. Elliot chuckles, the sound rough and deep, sending chills up and down my spine.

Is it possible to come from someone’s voice alone?

“Just relax, Brielle. Let me show you how much pleasure your curvy little body can handle.”

Elliot trails kisses down my neck, slipping the straps of my dress over my shoulders and pulling the top down. I gasp when he strokes my bare stomach, then moan as Elliot undoes the front clasp of my bra. He stares at me for a moment, taking in what I’ve never shown another man.

"Gorgeous. Perfect," Elliot grunts before diving in and sucking on one nipple. I throw my head back at the sensation of his hot, wet tongue against my sensitive peaks. Elliot licks the other nipple and then closes his lips around it and sucks. Hard.

I squeeze my thighs around his hips and lean back on my hands, giving him more access. His hands and mouth cover every inch of my breasts and torso with kisses, bites, pinches, and soothing strokes.

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