Page 91 of An Endless Memory

I was about to call Eliot’s name, but I clamped my lips shut. Jasper lived here with him, but there were other guys who worked on the ranch. Was I in a strange house with a strange man?

I emerged from the hallway and my gaze landed on Eliot and his long-legged strides. He wasn’t wearing a hat, but he was running his hand through his hair like he’d just taken one off. He was looking down and he let out a heavy sigh.

“Hey,” I said timidly and stuffed my hands in the back pockets of my jeans.

He jerked his head up and stared, coming to a stop by the island. “Lily?” He blinked like I might be a hallucination.

“Surprise,” I said weakly. I continued toward him. “Is it okay that I just popped in? The kids are staying with my parents, and Jasper will bring them Sunday.” If Eliot wanted me to stay.

He gawked at me. Then he closed the distance between us with one step and crushed his mouth to mine.

I circled his neck with my arms. Okay. This was a good sign.

My body came alive pressed against his. Heat spread through me, and I inhaled the smell of fresh, cold air mixed with his sandalwood aftershave.

He spun me until my ass hit the countertop. He traced a path to my ear with his mouth. “You’re telling me that I have you to myself until Sunday?”

“You sure you don’t mind?”

He took my hand in his and pressed it to the front of his jeans. “Does it seem like I mind?” He released me and nibbled a path down my neck.

I tipped my head back. “I know you’re busy.” My zipper was down and my jeans were unbuttoned. When did he do that?

Passion was making me dizzy, and I hadn’t been in this position before. I was overcome by the man I was with, and I didn’t have to strategize how to make it happen. We had the house to ourselves.

Light shone in from the giant windows, and the island was like a stage, but no one was around to see us.

He yanked my jeans and underwear down. I stepped out of them, and he kicked them to the side. “All my condoms are at your place, but, Lily, I’m going to fucking devour you.”

I didn’t have a chance to say anything before he dropped to his knees and parted my thighs. I was steadier than I had been in the shower when he’d first done this, but my legs went molten regardless.

When he licked through my seam, I was lost. It’d been a month since we’d had sex, but I yearned for him like an eternity had come and gone. My only support was him at my pussy and my elbows on the counter.

“Eliot,” I said with a whine. My climax was building, pressure closing in where he was circling my clit with his tongue, threatening to explode outward and take me out with the force. “It’s not going to take long.”

“Be fucking loud. I wanna hear you scream.” He delved in again, and this time, he pushed a finger inside. He pumped once and then added another.

The feeling of being filled by him was too much. I slammed into my peak, my head dropping back, and I let out the longest, loudest cry that I’d ever uttered in my life. My voice echoed through the house. Eliot continued lapping at me, thrusting in and out, and I just came and came and came.

“Oh my god.” I could barely breathe. I sagged. My legs weren’t going to hold me up.

He rose, crowding me between him and the counter. There were chairs on either side of us. He gazed down at me, his expression smug but his eyes full of need.

“You’re going to lose your voice before morning.”

A shiver raced down my body. He was fully clothed, but our bodies were lined up. All I had to do was free that magnificent cock of his and he could be inside me in seconds.

I reached for his jeans. He put a hand on mine.

“Lily, baby, I have to go buy more protection. As much as I love your mouth, I’d just bury my face right between your legs again if you touched me.”

I patted the island, reaching, searching for my purse. When I found it, I jerked a small box out from the inside. “I came prepared.”

His stunned gaze was on the condoms in my hand. “Since I had to stop anyway on the way to Buffalo Gully, I grabbed some supplies while I was there.”

“Well then.” He flicked open his jeans. “Have I ever told you I like a prepared woman?”

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