Page 16 of Knot Falling in Love
After dinner, we continue catching each other up in the living room until the conversation stalls. I knew it was coming; we had strayed far enough from my admission with no resolution, so it was inevitable.
“What are you going to do?” He asks, setting his glass on the dark wood coffee table.
I know exactly what he’s asking and all I can say is, “I don’t know.”
Elijah watches me, giving me space.
“I’ll figure things out. Thanks to my severance package, the apartment is paid until the end of the month. I have a few couches I can crash on until I find a new place within my price range.”
“You know.”He leans back.
“Don’t.” I level a finger at him.
“What?” He laughs, resting his arm on the couch behind me.
“You’re giving me that look.”
“What look?”
I sigh, “The one that says you want to fix all of my problems.”
Elijah smirks, obviously pleased with himself as he stretches out on the couch. I try to ignore how the warmth of his thigh burns right through the thin polyester blend of my bike shorts.
My thoughts flicker back to the night before, tracing the memory of him skin to skin, shining with sweat, and how it would be a balm to my senses on this chilly autumn evening.
“You know exactly what you’re doing. I can read your mind.” I poke his chest.
He stops, tilting his head, his tone remains light while his expression changes into something more serious, “Can you?”
“It’s always been written all over your face. I know you.”
He looks down, “Right. I’m not the hero. Got it.”
That’s when I notice my palm spread over his chest, slowly drifting towards his stomach.I suck in a breath and begin to pull it away when Elijah covers it with his own. This feeling is too much, I can already feel the wax in my wings beginning to melt.
“Maisie,” he mutters, cupping my cheek, his fingertips trailing back and tangling in my hair as his gaze flits to my lips.
I lean against his palm, moving closer, his dog tags clicking together as they shift against my skin. He closes the distance between us, his heavy breath filling the silence as I slide my hand up his chest and over his shoulder. The air shifts between us, and it travels directly to my core, primal and instinctive.
“Please.” The request is so soft that I’m not sure if I even heard him say it, perhaps my brain just filled in the blank. Or it was just my wishful thinking, but I indulge myself, closing my eyes the moment our lips touch.
It’s a question.Is this okay?As the wine wears off, my confidence has begun to fade, and I’m left second guessing myself until he responds in kind.
“Yes.”
Each kiss builds upon the other, until histongue flicks across my lip, testing. Teasing.
I pull away, looking into his eyes, “I’m not going to fuck you tonight.”
Elijah chuckles, his breath feathering against my lips. “Good, that’s not what I want.” He doesn’t waste any time as he kisses me again, tongue brushing against my lips, teasing them apart. He’s sweeter than the red wine, reminding me a little of cinnamon, which makes me want to savor every moment.
I climb over him, straddling his thigh to chase the taste. He flexes to meet me until I’m grinding down on him, one of his hands going to the back of my neck and the other sliding down my hip and cupping my ass.
“You are so fucking perfect.” He whispers, burying his face against my neck, matching my movements until I can feel the friction of his jeans through my shorts.
The way he squeezes my ass, his teeth grazing my neck, pulls a whimper from me. I clutch his shoulders, riding his thigh, feeling like I’m in heat. Every part of me wants to cross my earlier boundary and feel him sink deep into my cunt.
“Use me, baby girl.” He growls in my ear,hand squeezing my ass harder, increasing the sensation.
