Page 55 of Perfect Imperfections

Brown eyes widened, stark need staring directly at him from their depths. “Wh-what do you want?”

He lowered his head to brush his lips against hers in the barest of kisses. A teasing hint of the tightly leashed need raging within him.

“You, Ellie. I want you. What do you want?”

He held his breath, waiting, hoping, praying…

“You. I want you too, Sullivan.”

Hell yes!

Putting his other hand on her waist, his mouth came crashing down on hers in a desperate kiss as he moved them both inside, slamming her door with his foot. Ellie reached around him, and he heard the deadbolt being locked once, twice, and a final third time. A smile curved his lips as he continued to kiss her. He knew she thought her rituals upset others, but they were such an intrinsic part of this fascinating woman. They didn’t bother him in the slightest. The only thing he hated was how embarrassed she seemed to be by them.

Ellie was amazing. She should never feel an ounce of self-doubt. And Sullivan was going to make damn sure she felt nothing but the ultimate pleasure tonight.

They stumbled as they walked, mouths fused, hands caressing, clothes flying. He thought he heard a tiny rip as she pulled his shirt over his head, but he couldn’t find it in him to care. Ellie could rip every single item of clothing he owned so long as it meant she’d cover his naked body with her own.

“Bedroom?” he asked between deep, drugging kisses.

“On the right.”

Her place was so small there were only two doors beyond the living area and tiny kitchen. A bathroom on the left and the Holy Grail on the right. Scooping her up into his arms, he made a beeline for the bedroom. He set her on the bed, grabbing the hem of her dress and lifting it up over her head as he placed her on down the soft green comforter.

“Hot damn, woman.”

His brain had shut down. Simply turned off and left his head. Because Ellie lay sprawled on the forest green bedspread in nothing but a pair of black lace panties and matching bra. Used to her adorable and comical animal T-shirts, tonight’s dress had been a stunning surprise. What lay under the dress was knocking the air right out of him.

“Do you like it?”

Like it? If he liked it any more, he’d be embarrassing himself in his jeans. The woman looked like temptation personified. If lust truly were a deadly sin, one look at Ellie in black lace and the entire world would be dead in a heartbeat.

Scratch that.

He didn’t want anyone looking at Ellie but him. He knew he had no right to put that claim down, but his inner caveman didn’t care. It wanted Ellie all to himself and vice versa. He didn’t care what other people did in the bedroom. That was their business and the people they shared it with. Sullivan didn’t share.

“Sullivan?”

Uncertainty crept into her voice. He kicked himself for just standing there, staring without saying a word.

Way to be suave, man.

Time to step up his game.

Ellie felt her bravado slip. A moment ago, her head had been swimming with lust, desire, need. Sullivan had all but consumed her the moment she told him she wanted him. Like he could ever doubt it. The man had looked in a mirror recently, right? For once in her life, she felt like a bona fide sex kitten instead of an insecure dolt fumbling around, pretending to know what she was doing. She’d had sex before, even good sex upon occasion, but it had always come with a bit of doubt and awkwardness. She guessed tonight would be no different.

“You, Ellie Clark, are the sexiest, most beautiful woman I have ever laid eyes on.”

Oh. Oh my!

That certainly went a long way to boosting her confidence.

“Really?”

“Honey, the only reason I’m standing here frozen is I’m afraid if I don’t take a minute to cool down, I’ll embarrass myself and let you down.”

Her heart melted a little at his words, awkwardness dissipation into the air, replaced by confident desire. “You could never let me down, Sullivan.”

Those delicious lips curved in a sexy, dent revealing grin. “I will do my best not to, honey. I swear.”

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