Page 52 of Hazel and Elijah Find Out: First They F*cked Around

I’d gone over the edge, but I’d gone over in his arms. I trusted him to not let me fall. If I ended up careening too fast into something unknown, I knew he’d be there with me.

He rolled, placing me under him on the sofa. Kissing over my clothes, he moved down my body, his touch reverent.

He bit the flesh of my thigh before looking up at me through his lashes. “Do you even know the little noises you make?”

I bit my lip and shook my head.

His grin turned devilish as he unbuttoned my jeans only to reveal wool-lined leggings underneath. “I miss your dresses.”

Giggling, I said, “They’ll be back in the spring.”

“They better.” He made a show of peeling my layers down my legs.

By the time I was in only my underwear, we were both laughing and hot. My laughter caught in my throat when he scraped his teeth along the inside of my knee.

His groan vibrated against my skin. “Like that fucking noise right there. I want more of it.”

He hooked my underwear on his finger and pulled them to the side. He took in the sight of me—my legs open, my breasts rising and falling with each short breath. His eyes were dark and hungry when they met mine, and I whimpered. One corner of his mouth turned upward, and he licked his lips. My core clenched as he lowered, never taking his gaze from mine.

His breath brushed hot against my skin.

I gasped.

The grip he had on my panties tightened, pulling them tight against my ass. He licked my clit once and moaned deep in his throat as if I tasted good, satisfying. My hips jerked.

His free hand snaked up my sweater, and his fingers found my sensitive, hardened nipples over my bra. My back arched at his touch as my hands tunneled into his hair. His beard tickled my inner thigh as he flicked his tongue over my sensitive nub.

I lost track of everything except for the way he sucked and drew me closer to my climax. I wanted it; I wanted the waves of electricity washing down my scalp and spine.

But I needed him.

I needed to look into his eyes while he was inside me.

“Elijah,” I pleaded. “I need you.”

He opened his eyes and sat back on his heels. His lips and chin glistened in the dim light of my living room. He looked incredible, half-dazed with lust. “What do you need, baby?”

“Just you.”

For a moment, he didn’t move. He held me trapped in his eyes.

His lips formed the words,Just me.

Running a hand over his mouth, he swallowed. He reached down and undid the button of his pants. “Take off your sweater.”

While I struggled to undress, I heard him stand and push his pants to the carpet. By the time I got the multiple layers of shirts off, Elijah was completely naked, laying a throw blanket on the carpet. The muscles in his back flexed with each movement. He was artful and lovely. Being able to see him like that made my chest tighten, as if my heart had grown too large for its cage.

Smirking, he asked, “You made it out of there?”

I giggled. I loved that even when our emotions and chemistry were intense, he could still make me laugh.

“It looked touch and go for a second there.”

I reached behind my back to undo the clasp of my bra. “It was.”

“Come here.” He lowered to sit on the floor, resting an arm on his propped knee. He was draped in lights and shadows, and nothing else.

The blanket was soft under my bare feet. He ran a hand up the back of my thigh to grip my ass, urging me closer, before placing kisses low on my stomach. Desire throbbed through me carried on my pulse, but I wanted to be open to him. To be bare to him in a way I had never done before.

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