Page 67 of An Endless Memory

“Yes,” I gasped. “Oh god, yes.”

“I want to taste that little clit of yours.”

I couldn’t make a sound. My desire clogged around my vocal cords, building into a giant bank of thunderclouds that were ready to unleash every spark of energy they’d collected since the last time I’d orgasmed, months and months—a year?—ago.

“Eliot,” I said on a whine.

“I bet it tastes as sweet as this pouty lip.” He nipped my mouth, then licked where his teeth had been. “Come for me.”

I did exactly as he asked. I shattered. I arched into him, my head digging into the armrest. I couldn’t move him, which only kept me in place to ride out the tsunami wave of ecstasy that crashed over me.

He kissed up my neck and placed a sweet peck on the side of my mouth. “That was fucking beautiful.”

“I don’t usually— I don’t.” I couldn’t catch my breath, but embarrassment was also starting to sink in. “I’m not like this.”

“Like what? Expressive?”

Yes. “I usually have a hard time…you know…finishing.” Maybe the baby hormones fixed something that was broken? But with his solid weight over me and his large erection trapped between us, I didn’t think so. He could get a granite statue to climax. “It’s new. Thank you.”

His chuckle lightly shook both our bodies. “Anytime, Lily pad.” He lifted his head to study me, his expression questioning.

Anytime. We were married. We were adults. I swallowed. The afterglow from my peak washed away in the onslaught of nerves. He said he wouldn’t fool around while we were married. He must be feeling the strain. “We could, you know. Do it anytime.”

The muscles in his jaw flexed, and his gaze stroked over my face. “We are married.”

“Just what I was thinking.” I dragged a hand through his messy locks. “Seems a waste to abstain if we both want to.”

“I do want to,” he murmured, easing my anxiety that his desire stemmed from having no other option. His gaze softened with an almost smile, then concern took over. “I don’t have condoms.”

Oh. Shit. “I’m not on birth control.”

“I can bring them next time.”

“When is that?”

He thought for a moment, then kept thinking. “How many weeks away is Halloween?”

Weeks. I wanted this man inside me now. But I’d taken on a large dog that was still in his puppy years. I couldn’t add another baby. I wouldn’t make this man feel baby-trapped after what his mother went through. “Six weeks.”

He groaned. “Dammit, Lily. That’s a long fucking time away.”

“We have to make this work for a year. I’m not burning you out with traveling in the first six months.”

“Wilder and Sutton made it work when they had the same living situation. We can do this.”

“And I can tell my aunt that if she stops by, we’re still newlyweds, and we were so swept away that we had no idea the logistics would be such an obstacle.”

A shadow flickered over his expression. “Yes. Your aunt. She hasn’t seemed to care so far.”

I didn’t want to talk about the reason why we married. I was already tired of that being the motivator between us. The fantasy was getting sapped out of this moment.

“We’ll make it work when we can.” I slid my arm between us and curled my fingers around the hard line behind his zipper. “But right now, I think I can help with this.”

Fifteen

Eliot

My mind was getting fucking blown. I gripped the sheets on the bed I normally slept in alone. I was sitting on the edge of the mattress with my jeans around my goddamn ankles. She hadn’t waited for either of us to undress. She ripped open my fly, and as soon as her warm hand gripped my shaft, my brain shut off.

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