Page 53 of Cherished Lands
This whole situation was an utter mess. I was having a hard time separating what was real from what was fake. I should've known sex would complicate things. It always does. I couldn't afford complicated.
I was well on my way to getting what I'd always wanted: freedom from my father's control. All I had to do was stick to the plan and not catchfeelingsfor my husband.
I stepped into the shower and let the hot water wash away the lingering tension. By the time I hopped out, dried off, and wrapped the towel around my body, I felt more like myself.
But when I opened the door to the bathroom and spotted Elliot sitting on the couch, elbows braced on his knees and face in his hands, I knew we were in for a long night. He looked up at the sound of the door opening, and his expression looked utterly tortured, like he could no longer mask the turmoil raging inside him.
I gave him a sad smile and moved to sit on the coffee table. Our knees brushed in the cramped space. He lifted his head until we were eye-to-eye.
"I think we made a mistake," he said.
"I know," I said with a sigh. "We never should've slept together."
"That's not?—"
I held up a hand to stop him. I didn't need to hear what he had to say. If he was feeling anything close to what I was, sleeping together was not the mistake he was referring to.
The real mistake had been pretending this was all fake, just a ruse to protect the cidery.
"It's best if we just keep this professional. This is a business arrangement, after all."
His blue eyes studied mine. He was trying to read the real meaning behind my words. I'd given too much away earlier, and I needed to lock that shit down.
I clearly hadn't done a very good job because he reached out and tugged at the knot on my towel. It fell from my body and crumpled onto the coffee table, exposing me entirely.
"I don't want to keep it professional."
Mesmerized, I watched the bob of his Adam's apple as he swallowed hard.Why is that so attractive?
"I want you, Tessa."
He didn't make a move. He waited for me to decide whatIwanted.
It didn't take long.
I placed my hands on his knees and slid them up his thighs until I couldn't reach any further without standing. Once I was on my feet, he buried his face in my stomach and brought his big, rough hands to my hips.
The sight was so similar to my earlier fantasy I thought my knees might give out.
I threaded my fingers through his hair and massaged his scalp. He groaned into the soft skin of my belly and began covering me with kisses, each more heated than the last. Slowly, torturously, he trailed kisses up my stomach. By the time he reached my breasts, my nipples had contracted to tight, aching points. His tongue darted out, circling one dusky peak before he latched on, sucking and flicking until I was writhing.
"More," I begged.
One hand moved from my hip and slid between my thighs. I lifted one leg and planted my foot on the couch, opening myself wider for him.
"Fuck, you're so wet." He looked up, eyes locking on mine as he plunged two fingers into my pussy. My head lolled back, and I let out an embarrassingly wanton moan.
"That's it, Princess. Give me your noises. Love to hear you moan for me."
Okay, maybe not-so embarrassing.
My hands tightened in his hair as he fucked me with his fingers and sucked on my tits. When he used the wetness from my pussy to slip a finger in my ass, I cried out, the pleasure nearlyoverwhelming me. My legs shook with the effort to remain upright as my orgasm barreled down on me.
"Come for me, Tessa." Elliot bit down hard on one breast while his hand squeezed the other. His fingers were everywhere, thrusting into both of my holes while his thumb circled my clit.
I detonated. Fireworks burst behind my closed eyelids, and I screamed.Screamed.
He didn't stop. He kept pounding into me, muttering filthy words until one orgasm rolled into the next. My legs finally gave out, but he caught me with an arm banded around my waist. Our mouths crashed together as he slipped his hand from between my legs and settled me on his lap. The hard ridge of his cock pressed against me, the rough denim rasping against my sensitive slit. He gripped my hips and thrust up into me.
