Page 126 of Becoming Selfish

I was surprised when I saw his size. I mean, I don’t have much to compare it to, but still, I know he’s well endowed. I guess I should’ve expected it. I mean, the man is 6’4”, but frankly, I don’t see how what’s between his legs is supposed to fit inside of me one day.

I pop open the top button of his jeans, but his hand stops me before I can get to the zipper.

“What’s wrong?” I ask, looking down at him, confused.

“Nothing,” he says with a sly little grin. “But I want to make you feel good.” His voice is raspy and his eyes are darkening over.

“You always make me feel good,” I remind him as he lies me back on the bed and hovers over me.

“Yeah?” he asks in a seductive tone as his lips once again find my neck, working their way down to my chest.

“Mmm-hmm.”

“Well,” he kisses my collarbone. “You took care of me the last two nights, so tonight, I’m taking care of you.”

His words are sweet, but they’re said in a sinister way. A sexy, devilish way. Whatever he means by them, I’m all in.

“Can I take care of you, baby?” he asks in a whisper, leaning into me and rubbing his body over mine.

The only response I can manage is a moan as my hips jerk up into him, needing the friction.

“Is that a yes?” he chuckles into my neck, pressing himself down between my legs. I really want these leggings off. And those jeans of his—I want those off too.

“Please,” I beg in a desperate breath.

“What do you want me to do?” His lips trail all over my chest, my neck, my jaw.

“Anything.”

“Anything?” he repeats, needing confirmation.

“Mmm-hmm.” I stroke my hands down the length of his lean and muscular back.

Eli’s hand finds its way into the band of my leggings. His fingers dance around before they dip into my pants and grab onto my hip.

“I really want to taste you, Logan,” Eli says while his head is in the crook of my neck, covering me in kisses. He grinds himself down between my legs again, his grip on my hip tightening.

My body freezes with nerves, and Eli senses it right away. He lifts his head to look at me.

“We don’t have to. But I think you’ll like it.”

If he’s anywhere near as talented with his tongue as he is with his fingers, I don’t think ‘like’ will be a strong enough word.

But still, I’m nervous. It’s something I’ve never done before, and it’s a vulnerable position. Honestly, I wish I were a few drinks in right now so I could turn my brain off and let loose because I want to do this, I do.

“I want to,” I shyly tell him before my mind can overthink anymore.

His concerned expression quickly softens then turns dark as the devilish grin rises on one side of his lips. Goddamn, he looks so hot right now, and sexy, and wicked. The fact that he’s this excited to go down on me, I can almost guarantee that he’s going to be good at it.

Eli pulls himself off of me as he sits back on his knees between my legs. His hands caress my body until they find their way to the top of my pants. Licking his lips, he bites down on the bottom one as he pulls down my tight leggings, leaving my panties in place.

Arching my back, I lift my ass as he tugs them down. Once they’re off, I bend my knees and close my legs, leaning them against the bed. When he spots this, Eli can’t help but let out a sinister little laugh. His large hands caress my lower legs, taking their time as they travel up. When he reaches my knees, he gently opens them, placing one of my legs on either side of him. He palms each of my thighs, running his hands down, closer and closer to my favorite spot.

I’m already warm with anticipation when his thumb grazes against my clit. And even though I still have my panties on, I’m so turned on and sensitive right now that it causes me to throw my head back against the mattress and push myself into his hand.

“You’re fucking soaked already, baby,” Eli groans.

Well, no, duh. Eli can walk into a room, and I’ll be fucking dripping for him.

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