Page 23 of Stolen Holidays
Eli holds me up as he presses into me, using the door as leverage to keep me in place. My fingers dig into his hair for purchase, and my hips match the enthusiasm of his tongue as he explores my mouth. His cock grows harder with every roll of my pelvis as I lift my leg over his hip in search of the friction my body so desperately needs.
“Does my needy little princess need to come?” His rough voice vibrates against my skin as he trails wet kisses across my jaw and down my neck.
“Yes, please. Right now, Eli. I can’t wait.”
“As you wish.” His words shoot through me like raw electricity, straight to my core, where heat pools between my legs.
Eli grips me behind my thighs and lifts me up. Instinctively, I wrap my legs around his hips and dig my heels into his ass. Still using the door as leverage, Eli holds my ass up with one hand while the other finds its way under my sweater. He cups my sensitive breast in his large palm before diving beneath the thin, silky fabric of my bra. I wince as he pinches my nipple between his fingertips. With a bolt of pleasure, the pain is gone as quickly as it came.
Eli notices and freezes. Concern etches his forehead, and he searches my eyes for any discomfort. “Was I too rough?”
“No, keep going.” I smash my mouth into his, kissing him with everything I’ve got, as I move my hips up and down, grinding my center over the hard ridges of his cock.
“Fuck, I love when you use me to get yourself off.” Eli squeezes my butt cheeks.
“Like this?” My pulsing clit rubs over his jean-covered dick in perfect rhythm. The heat and friction are amazing. Like a rock climber, my body edges closer to the peak of the mountain. The tips of my toes and fingers tingle.
“Yes, just like that, Callie. Fuck, I think I’m going to come with you.”
“Good,” I pant. Is there anything hotter than a man coming in his pants because you turn him on? Definitely not. “So close, Eli. So… I need…”
“I know what you need. Hold on tight.”
I obey and dig my fingers into the tops of Eli’s shoulders as I undulate my hips as fast as I can while he moves me up and down his hard shaft. In a simultaneous attack, Eli pinches my nipple again as he digs his teeth into the exposed area between my neck and shoulder.
My vision blurs as I momentarily catch a big round pair of brown eyes in the window, but I can’t keep mine open long enough to understand what I saw, because in the next second, my eyes close and the taut coil behind my pelvic bone snaps.
I come like a shot in a tidal wave of orgasmic bliss. A hundred silent curses fill my head as it falls back against the door with a thud. Eli growls out my name and stills, coming with me. Our labored breaths are the only sound in the room.
“Holy fuck, I can’t believe I came in my pants dry humping you like a fucking teenager.”
My legs are shaky and tired as I lower them to the ground with a laugh. Eli steadies me and fixes my sweater—like the sweet man he is, always taking care of me. “I never went to high school, so dry humping my boyfriend is a first for me.”
“Another first that’s all mine.” Eli grins as he adjusts his pants. I’d tease him about the wet stain on his jeans, but movement at the window catches my eye again, reminding me of the huge whiskey-colored eyes watching me earlier.
The hair on my arms stands on end, and I grip Eli’s wrist, holding him in place. “Eli?”
“Yeah?”
“I… I think there was someone outside.” I point across the room to the large windowpane, where the only thing visible is the gorgeous mountain view.
“What? Where?”
“In the window. I swear I thought I saw a pair of brown eyes looking at me.”
Eli walks over to the window and peers out, searching the area as best he can. “I can’t see anything or anyone.” He reaches into his back pocket, pulls out his phone, taps the screen, and brings it to his ear. “Mike. Can you check the area around our cabin? Callie thinks she saw someone outside. Mm-hmm. Thanks.” Eli pockets his phone as I step behind him. I grip his shirt to peer around his arm. “Mike is going to search the property. I think we should stay inside until we know for sure it’s safe.”
“Okay,” I agree. There’s no way I want to leave the room now that there’s the possibility of someone creeping around outside, probably looking to snap a picture.
With a rumbling growl, an angry feathery animal jumps out of the bushes and bangs on the window with its beak. My heart leaps into my throat, and I let out a little scream.
“Fuck!” Eli jumps back, reaching his arms behind to circle me in a protective move, blocking me from the six-foot-tall bird pecking at us through the glass. “Holy fuck. What is that?”
I peek around Eli to get a better look. “I think that’s an emu. Didn’t Hilly say they had a few animals roaming around?”
Eli drops his arms and laughs as he points at the bird with big brown eyes. “Yes, and this must be Lucky.”
“Lucky?” I ask.
