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“I know. I felt it.”

“What about you, though?” she says, biting on her bottom lip.

“We don’t have time for me.”

“Then we’ll make time.”

She drops to her knees, gazing up into my eyes as she takes me in her mouth, although she doesn’t move, and I think I know what she’s waiting for, flexing my hips to check I’m right. She moans, nodding her head, and I smile down at her.

“Do you have any idea how good you look?” I whisper, and she sighs, reaching up to cup my balls as I slide back and forth. I’m careful not to go too deep, but what she’s doing is too much. There’s a tingling at the base of my spine, which is enough of a warning, and I slow my movements. “I—I’m gonna come, Ella.” She squeezes my balls, and it’s more than I can take. With a low groan, I let go down her throat, my legs barely able to take my weight as she sucks me dry.

She pauses for a second, then leans back, releasing me, and I pull her to her feet.

“Was that okay?” she asks. “I wasn’t sure if I should touch you.”

“You can touch me any time you like. What you did was perfect. It was better than perfect. But I’d have been happy to wait. Just watching you come is all I need, Ella. It’s…” I struggle to find the word, and she smiles up at me.

“It’s magical,” she says and I nod my head.

“Yes, it is.”

“I know. I feel the same.”

She smiles and I hold her for a moment longer, relishing the feeling of her body, soft and warm, against my own, before I let her go.

“We need to get dressed,” I say, and she nods her head.

“Unfortunately, we do.”

I might love watching her come, but I can’t watch her dress. I wish I could, but regardless of everything we’ve just done, I know that just the sight of her will drive me crazy. There’s no way I won’t be able to stride over to her and take her clothes straight off again. So, for the sake of our sanity, I turn away. I can hear her, though, moving about the room, as I pull on my jeans and I have to smile.

I love having her here.

When we’re both ready, we go downstairs, gathering our things together, and putting on our jackets, before I grab my keys and we head out the door. We’re holding hands, and I lead her to the top of the stairs.

“Is there a reason we’re not taking the elevator?” she says, frowning up at me.

“Yes. You’re way too tempting.”

We’re halfway down before she stops, pulling me back, and she tilts her head. “Is that why we took the stairs yesterday morning?”

“Yes. And it’s probably why we’ll be taking the stairs every morning.”

“What about the evenings? I mean… on Friday, we were still just friends when we came up here, and last night, we arrived separately… so what’s going to happen tonight, and every other night, come to that?”

I smile, thinking about coming back here with her ‘every other night’, and I lean in closer, my mouth beside her ear. “Wait and see…”

Chapter Eight

Ella

I don’t know what to do… how to behave… what to say.

My body’s humming, like I’m on fire, and it’s not just with a need for Mac which seems to be ever-present; it’s a longing to hear his words.

He hasn’t said he loves me, but it feels as though he’s skirting around it… like he wants to say it, but is holding back. Maybe that’s just wishful thinking on my part, because I’m desperate to say the words myself, and I know if he does, I’ll repeat them straight back at him. I suppose I could say them first, but I’m constantly aware of my inexperience, and that I could be overreacting, or at the very least, mistaking lust for love.

I couldn’t have mistaken the words he said to me this morning, though. ‘I want you to feel at home here.’ He definitely said that, and he meant it, too. Couple that with what he said last night, when he suggested I could go to his place ‘all the time’, as far as he was concerned, and I have to wonder if he was asking me to move in with him… and taking the long way about getting there. I wish he could have been more obvious, and just asked me outright. I’d have said ‘yes’, without even thinking about it, although with hindsight, I suppose it might be a little impractical, considering I’ve only just bought and furnished my apartment. But who cares about practicalities? If living withMac means we get to spend all our time together, and spend more of it doing what we did this morning, then I certainly don’t.

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