Page 58 of Beneath the Stands (Sugarlake 2)

He’s seated deep inside me, hip to hip. There isn’t an inch of our bodies not connected, but I don’t feel confined from his touch. I feel free.

He grasps my arms, pushing them above my head. His fingertips skim along my skin, prickles of electricity sinking into my pores. My blood is a conductor, spreading the current, striking my heart into a faster cadence.

Our fingers link, and his palms push my hands deeper into the mattress as he finally, finally, moves.

I moan as he pulls out and drives back in.

Heat lances into my core, my pussy walls pulsing around him. He keeps a steady rhythm, his eyes never leaving mine, our lips brushing with each thrust, his touch showing me what I won’t let him say.

This isn’t a power play. It’s not about control.

This is a confession.

Sweat beads along his brow, and glistens on his neck. I lean in, licking his salty skin. His Adam’s apple bobs under my tongue, and his hips jerk, the rhythm faltering.

“Christ, Becca,” he breathes, his forehead resting on mine. “I can’t…”

I squeeze our hands, still locked above my head, and I place my mouth on his, unable to resist the call of his lips. His body. His soul.

His taste is heady. My muscles cinch and release, tension looping and tangling until I’m twisted so tight I can barely breathe.

I break away, gasping in air, careening over the cliff of my pleasure.

My vision goes white.

My ears go numb.

My stomach soars then sinks, and I cling to Eli’s frame to keep from disintegrating to dust.

I surrender to the fall.

I’m vaguely aware of Eli’s body shaking as he comes deep inside me. He collapses, breathing hard. After a few moments, he rolls to the side.

“Damn.” He chuckles. Facing me, he props his head in his hand, a carefree smile lighting up his face. “Move in with me.”

“Wh… what?” I stutter.

“Yeah.” He grabs my hand, bringing it to his chest. Moving closer, he palms my jaw. “I want to be with you, baby girl.” He pecks my lips. “See you every morning.” Another peck. “Kiss you every night.”

Imagining him by my side each night has my heart floundering in my chest.

“Besides, you need a place to stay anyway, yeah?” He lifts a brow.

I giggle. “You tryin’ to be my white knight, Eli?”

He smirks. “Of course. Don’t you know by now I would move mountains for you?”

My grin stays plastered on my face, but my blood turns glacial, freezing in my veins.

His smile drops. “What just happened? What’s wrong?”

I shake my head, touching my lips to his, trying to kiss away the acrid taste creeping onto the back of my tongue. “Nothin’s wrong. I’ll think about it, okay?”

His grip on my jaw tightens. “Becca... I love you.”

No.

My eyes squeeze tight, my head turning to the side.

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