Page 38 of What We Keep
But I wasn’t an asshole. “I don’t mean to pressure you.” I lifted my hands away and started to take a step back.
Elsa reached out, hooking her finger around my belt loop and pulling me back. “You’re not pressuring me. Obviously, it’s good between us. Let’s just agree that if things get complicated, we’ll put a stop to it.”
Relief shafted through me. “Deal.”
Her gaze turned sultry as she dragged her palm over the ridge of my arousal. “Where were we?”
My chuckle was followed by a groan when she deftly unbuttoned my jeans and slipped her sweet hand into my boxers, instantly curling around my length. Elsa’s eyes were dark, and I could barely catch my breath. She teased my arousal just as I started to speak, and my words stalled.
She shoved my jeans down around my hips just enough for my cock to spring free. She slid her thumb over the pre-cum already rolling out of the tip. “Elsa,” I bit out.
Her tongue darted out, swiping across her bottom lip, the sight of that sending another jolt of blood to my aching arousal.
“Elsa, what?” Her teasing tone was sultry, and I couldn’t even think over the rush of need coursing through me.
She leaned forward, her tongue swirling around the tip of my cock before she sucked me in. Lacing my fingers in her hair with one hand, I slapped my other against the counter as I braced myself for the onslaught of pleasurable torture.
She drew back, tipping her head to the side. As I looked down at her, she released me with a pop. “Do you want more?”
“Fuck, Elsa,” I groaned.
“That’s not an answer,” she teased.
I clenched my teeth, and she sucked me in again. Holy hell. She drove me to near distraction with her palm curled around my length, sliding up and down with the motion of her mouth. She released me, her tongue teasing along the underside before swirling around my crown again and once more sucking me in.
My fingers gripped her hair, my other palm flexing on the counter, sliding to grip the edge. I didn’t know how much I could take until, yet again, she sucked just hard enough, and my release whipped through me. She leaned back as it spurted over her hand.
I held on to that counter and her hair to keep my knees from buckling. My breath was coming in heaves. I eased my hold on her hair when she slowly straightened. A moment later, she rinsed her hands in the sink.
I opened my mouth to say something, but she took care of me too, tidying me up. Her lips curled at the corners, her smile satisfied and sweet when she bit her lip. The glint in her eyes was playful.
Those few moments had given me enough strength to collect myself. I gulped in a deep breath.
“Your turn,” I said, pushing away from the counter and reaching for her hand.
Her eyes widened slightly, and I chuckled. “It’s never a one-way street with me, sweetheart.”
Chapter Twenty
Elsa
Haven’s eyes burned into me. I felt his gaze on my skin as it swept up and down. My nipples perked up, and heat pooled in my belly. I had to press my thighs together.
“Where are we going?” I rasped as he turned and tugged me to follow.
“Somewhere horizontal,” he said flatly.
I giggled as he tugged me into my room since we’d established this room had the better bed. Once we got into the bedroom, Haven turned to face me. “You’re wearing too many clothes,” he pointed out. “Let’s remedy that.”
He swiftly tugged my shirt over my head. At the feel of the calloused surface of his palms cupping my breasts, I had to bite my lip to keep from whimpering too loudly. His thumbs brushed over my nipples before he dipped his head and sucked one into his mouth.
I cried out, my knees buckling. One arm banded around my waist as he held me steady before lifting his head and bringing his mouth to mine. Haven’s kisses were enough to make me want to pledge my body to him forever. The way he commanded my mouth was just perfect—deep sweeps of his tongue and open, hot, messy kisses—and all the while, I was melting inside. I could feel my slick arousal between my thighs and shifted on my feet.
He broke away, his teeth nipping at my bottom lip as his eyes burned into mine again.
“Now, you’re wearing too many clothes,” I gasped.
His low chuckle sent goose bumps rising on my skin. When he stepped back, I instantly missed his strong presence and the way it surrounded me.
