Page 122 of Behind the Bars

I laughed lightly. “Is that aquestion?”

When his lips met mine, he gave me the answer I’d been wanting to receive. He kissed me slowly at first, tasting every part of me. He kissed me harder, and this time I tasted his hope. The more we kissed, the more my love grew. His arms wrapped around me, and he pulled me closer to him, deepening thekiss.

I kissed his lips as my hands fell to his chest, and I discovered hisheartbeats.

After we headed home, we walked up to his apartment. We didn’t say a word, but we stood in front of one another knowingly. As Elliott unbuttoned the cuffs of his shirt, I stepped out of my high heels. As he removed his shirt and revealed his toned abs, I let my hair down. I turned my back to him and moved my hair to the left side of myshoulder.

“Unzip?” Iasked.

He did as I requested, his hands resting against my sides as he leaned in and nuzzled the curve of my neck. It was so faint, the feel of his lips against my skin. His kisses were whispers of a forever we’d always dreamedof.

The dress dropped to the floor, and I slowly drifted around to face him. His stare didn’t dance across my body. His eyes were locked with mine. “You are beautiful,” he said as he breathed out. His hand landed on my hip, and he drew me closer to him. “You are beautiful. You arebeautiful.”

His eyes were dilated, and my heart was beating wild as he brushed his lips against mine. He gently sucked on my bottom lip and chills raced down my spine. I was nervous, but it wasn’t a bad nervous. It was the best kind of nervous, the kind of nervous one felt when dreams were comingtrue.

I inhaled sharply as he whispered to me, “I want you tonight, and then I want you in the morning. Sayyes?”

My hands wrapped around his neck, pulling him down slightly. “Yes.”

He placed his palms beneath my ass, lifted me up, and carried me to his bed. As he laid me down, he stepped back for a moment, taking me in. His eyes surveyed my body, and he took in every single inch of me as he unzipped his slacks and slid them to thefloor.

He slowly lowered himself, his hands wrapping around my left thigh, my heart racing with anticipation as he touched me. His mouth fell against my inner thigh, where he rolled his tongue against my skin. He worked his way up, taking his time, making me twist, making me turn, forcing me to fall victim to my moans. When his mouth met the edge of my panties, he slowly pulled them down my thighs, tossing them to the side of theroom.

“Please,” I begged as his tongue slowly swept against my core, making me thrust my hips towardhim.

“Eli…” I muttered as he slid his tongue deep inside of me. As he tasted every part of me, I cried out, feeling two fingers slide into me, making me twist evenmore.

“Eli,please…”

He slid in another, moving his tongue to my clitoris as he licked and sucked and fucked me with his mouth. My body reacted each time he deepened his touch, thrusting his fingers into me fast and pulling them out slowly. My heart was insane, my mind blurred. I wanted him more than anything as he built me up closer andcloser…

Fast, slow, fast, slow,fast…

“More,” I begged, unable to keep quiet, unable to want him any more than I did in that moment. “Yes…”

He reached up and grabbed my breast with his free hand while his other took even more control. His breaths were growing wilder, his want matchingmine.

“I’m going to…I’m going…” I breathed out, feeling a tremble down my back, my desires building to an uncontrollablelevel.

“No,” he told me, pausing his fingers inside me. He moved up to my lips and kissed me hard, tugging my bottom lip between his teeth before he spoke. “Not yet.” His pupils were huge, and I saw the way he craved me, how he wanted me, how he needed me the same way I neededhim.

“Elliott…”

“When you let go,” he whispered, positioning himself over me, sliding his tongue against the curves of my breasts. “I want to feel it. When you let go”—he breathed heavily as he slid his hardness deep inside of me—“I want you to tremble against me.” His growl made me cry out in pleasure. “When you let go, Jazz,” he hissed, grazing his teeth against my earlobe, “You better fuckingscream.”

As he slid into me, I felt every moment of happiness, of ecstasy, of bliss, oflove.

He proceeded to have his way with me until my voice wenthoarse.

It was still there, fully intact: our lovesong.

Our love existed in every second, and every touch weshared.

My mind was dazed as he pulled my hair. My heart was his as he thrust deeper and deeper into my body, into my mind, into myspirit.

A part of my soul had thought he’d move on after I left, but a bigger part of me knew the kind of love we had wasn’t something that could ever be abandoned due to distance andtime.

That night we did exactly what we’d always wanted to do—we became our own song. We made love in every room, in every corner, in every way. I loved him more and more as his breaths fell against me, as he whispered myname.

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