Page 67 of Life

Eli cups my cheeks and lifts my face with his thumbs. “Finish. It wasn’t real. Not like it is with…”

I look into Eli’s eyes, and all I see is rapture, understanding, and hope. He’s letting me see it all. Opening the doors and windows to his soul and inviting me in to stay.

“I want to,” I whisper, my heart aching, my body trembling. “I want to so badly.”

“Then do it. Don’t hold back. Take a chance on me, babe. Please.” He kisses my lips briefly, enough to prove he’s there with me. Right here, in this moment, ready to fall if I’ll just take the leap with him.

“Will you fall with me?” I whisper so low, I’m not sure if he can hear them.

Then Eli leans his forehead against mine. “Maria, I fell for you the moment I laid eyes on you. So the answer is no, babe, I won’t fall with you, because I’ve already tumbled over that cliff. But it had to be that way, because if I didn’t fall first, I wouldn’t be there to catch you.”

“I love you, Eli.” I gasp the words as if they are a surprise to me, too. “I don’t know how it happened so fast. I’m scared out of my mind, still freaked out by everything that’s happened, but you, me, we’re real. So real it hurts.” I rub my hand over my chest to staunch the pounding pressure there.

“I love you too, Spicy. Too fuckin’ much, I’ll tell you right now. You damn near kill me with your beauty. Your mouth is a sin I never tire of.” He looks over my curves. “This body breaks me down to the basest instincts. And your heart? Fuck it. Let’s just say it. I own that heart, and I always will.” His gaze pierces straight through me with an honesty I’ll never forget years from now when I relive this moment.

“Never giving it back. No matter what you try to do to sabotage this, your heart is mine.”

I pull away from our tiny little huddle. “Me sabotage it? If anyone is going to do the screwing up, it’s you!” I shoot back.

He grins with a wicked intent I know far too well.

“Damn right it’s me that will be doing the screwing!” he says while lifting me by the waist and pushing me on my back. He settles his large body between my legs. “And I’m going to prove it to you, too.”

“Not if I say no, you’re not!” I puff out a breath, pushing my hair out of my face again.

“Babe, you’re not going to say no.” He grins, his hard shaft in the perfect spot between my legs.

I moan and wrap my legs around his waist urging the friction. “I could.”

“You can’t. You’re unable to resist my charm.”

I scoff. “Unable to resist. I totally could if I wanted to.”

Eli chuckles and plants a line of kisses down my neck. He lifts my thigh higher so he can press in delicious circles exactly where I want him.

“You were saying something about resisting?” He lifts up my tank and my braless breasts bounce free.

His lips encircle one nipple while his talented tongue laves at the tightening peak.

“I could resist. If I wanted to,” I say as I grip his head and arch into the luscious kiss.

He bites down on the tip hard enough to send a bolt of arousal between my thighs. I jerk my hips up into him, moaning with desire.

“No lies.” He sucks hard at one tip before releasing it. The nipple shimmers with wetness, an erotic sight that causes shivers down my spine in waves of ecstasy.

“You’re the one who started it!” I press against his thigh with my toes, urging him into a faster pace against my center.

He stops everything he’s doing. “Woman. Can you shut it while I make love to you?” He lifts his considerable bulk to a kneeling position, unbuttons his pants, and lowers the zipper. His hard cock comes into view, a drop of precum already moistening the head. He strokes his dick a few times directly over my chest. My mouth waters, and I open my mouth in invitation.

“Babe, if you can’t be quiet, I’m going to have to put something in that fiery mouth of yours to keep you busy.”

“Oh,Cazador, please do. Teach me a lesson.” I lick my lips and bite down on the bottom one, waiting for his next move.

He shakes his head. “Spicy as fuck, but I love her.”

Then my man proceeds to teach me his “lessons” until, eventually, I shut up and let him love me. All night long.

Once again, a week has passed, and we’ve heard nothing from Antonio. Patientbastardo. He’s always had the patience of a saint. Too bad he doesn’t have the spiritual good nature in him, too. All in all, the entire thing is making me cranky. Beyond cranky, if I’m honest. Eli says I’m downright disagreeable. Not that he has anything to complain about. He has me exactly where he wants me. In his bed, day and night. Then again, I’m not exactly capable of coming up with any problems in that deal. Eli is a master in the sack—a giving and generous lover all the way up until he’s ready to get his, and then he’s greedy and gluttonous. I can’t complain about that, either. I love giving as much as receiving when it comes to sex. We’re well paired in the physical sense. We can’t seem to get enough of one another.

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