Page 53 of Finding Home

“Yes!” She sloshed an eager breath.

“We can stop at any time.” The heat from his breath was a ghost of a kiss on her.

“Kiss me already,” she almost growled.

With that, he sealed his mouth to hers. Strong hands splayed across her arching back taking their kiss deeper, and his exploring tongue danced with hers. Elle threaded her hands into his hair, tugging him closer. A small whimper left her lips as his hands gripped her backside. The firmness of his body pressed hard against her softness.

He moved her backward until she was against the door frame, then lifted her, settling her legs around his waist. The giggles returned but were soon replaced by a soft moan as his rigidness rubbed against her. The friction of the layers of satin panties and his jeans sparked a deep need.

“Bed. Now,” she gasped.

Clenched firmly against his body he carried her to the bed then set her on her feet in front of it. With his eyes tethered to her, she slid her denim jacket off and let it fall to the floor. He found the zipper of her red dress and lowered it. The soft fabric fell down her curves, pooling at her feet. Arching her brow, she unclasped her bra dropping it on the pile of clothes at their feet. Holding his gaze, she tugged her underwear off. Stepping away from the pile of clothes at her feet, she stood naked in front of him.

“Say something,” she whispered resisting the urge to cover herself with her arms.

“I’m afraid if I do, I’ll wake up from this dream,” he rasped.

“Your turn.” She bit her lip, both amused and eager.

Clayton’s swift fingers unbuttoned his shirt, letting it drop behind him. Before the shirt hit the ground, he had pulled his white undershirt over his head and tossed it aside. With a sexy glint, he undid his belt, then stepped out of his jeans and kicked them to the side.

His muscular body clad only in black boxer briefs was a work of art. The planes of his sculpted chest rising and falling with his deep breaths. The proof that he truly liked what he saw tented the fabric. Maintaining their locked stare, he dragged off his underwear.

Wow.She swept an appreciative gaze up his impressive length. A twinge of need contracting in her pelvic muscles.

“Come here,” she ordered.

Crossing the distance in two steps, his arms pulled her in close. His mouth demanded, while his hands explored. Elle teased her fingers up and down his spine reveling in the clenching of his back muscles. The wet heat of his mouth traced down her throat to her collarbone. A pleasurable groan escaped as his teeth grazed one nipple then drew the tip deep for a sharp nip followed by a soothing suck.

Elle’s back arched as he repeated the action on her other breast. The liquid heat between her thighs surged as he raised her right leg to his hip. Holding her in place he lowered one hand between them, his fingers finding her throbbing clit.

His capable fingers moved in a slow circular fashion. Tingles raced through her, taunting her with promised release. Gripping his shoulders, she melted into his increased pressure against her. Sweet sensation built with each flick, swirl, and press of his finger until she panted his name as she came.

Hungry and wanting more, she slipped out of Clayton’s hold, pushing him onto the bed. Like a prowling lioness, she crawled over him. Positioning him at her entrance, her eyes locked withhis as she sank onto him. His guttural moan of satisfaction filled the room as he was sheathed in her, inch by slow inch.

The brief pinching sensation morphed to a decadent fullness as her body stretched to accommodate his girth. Placing her hands on his at her hips, she squeezed as they moved in a gentle rhythmic pace.

"You feel so good.” His whisper was hoarse.

She moved her hands to his chest and braced herself as their movements became more frantic. She lowered her chest to his, an angle that reached deeper and sent shockwaves of ecstasy through her. The pleasurable waves inched closer, hazing her vision.

Clayton’s fingertips bit into her hips, then he moved a hand between them, pressing just where she wanted him.

“Clayton!” she screamed with release. Her thighs trembled and she pressed her mouth against his neck to stifle her cries.

“Don’t hold back. I want to hear you,” he growled, thrusting up into her, drawing out her orgasm and driving to his own.

Riding out her climax, she whimpered with each pleasurable aftershock.

“Fuck!” he gritted out as his release claimed him.

Spent, she collapsed on his chest, and Clayton wrapped his arms tight around her back, his fingertips tracing lines on her ribs. Elle remained on top with Clayton still inside of her, panting against his neck and pressing a palm to his cheek.

“That was nice,” she panted as she wiggled her hips and patted the side of his face.

The rumble of his laughter vibrated through them. His laugh really was her favorite song.

TWENTY

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