Page 38 of Keeping Ava

“Yes.” She pulls back slightly, looking at me with so much tenderness. “I love you, Elijah. And while I know it’s fast and crazy and the worst timing ever…it’s the truth.”

“I love you, too.” My hands shake on her skin as I press my forehead to hers. “I’ve been yours since the moment I opened my door and saw you there.”

“Ditto.” Her smile is blinding, a serenity I’ve never seen before crossing her features. She’s relaxed and happy.

How I always want her to be.

Our lips meet once more, a renewed desperation taking hold of me. My fingertips dig into her flesh, holding her still as she tries to roll her hips—Ava’s just as overtaken as I am, clinging to me. She claws at my shirt, pulling it over my head in her need to feel more of me.

To get closer. Skin on skin.

And I’m all too happy to solve this issue.

My hands wander lower and down to her legs, taking one in each hand and lifting her up, wrapping those sexy thighs around my waist. Ava holds tight against me, her hands in my hair as our tongues dance—twirling together as I walk us in the direction of my room.

I’m almost delirious with hunger and I stop midway, backing her up against the wall to rock against her core. Pleasure rolls down my spine, her heat searing me through our clothing. She’s hot and her thighs are shaking, lips parted as a moan escapes her.

“Take me to bed, Eli. I’m ready.”

Those words cause me stop. My eyes close at the implication. “Sweetheart, are you a virgin?”

Because if she is...motherfuck.

Nothing changes, except for the fact that I’ll be her first and last. The only.

A thought that makes me want to beat my chest like a fucking beast.

“Yes and no.”

“Explain,” I grunt, rolling my hips once more as my teeth embed themselves in her chin. “Because your reactions tell me you’ve never had a man between these thighs.”

“No. Never.” Another whimper, desperate to move, but the way she’s pinned against the wall leaves little to no room. “Just the use of a toy.”

“Christ, Ava. You...fuck, baby.” A heady haze of lust overtakes my senses then—the knowledge that this beautiful girl played with her pretty pussy back home is too much. One minute we’re in the hall, and the next she’s on my bed, bouncing twice before I crawl over her body.

For a quick second, I take her in just as she is...

Hair splayed across my white sheets, chest heaving rapidly and eyes dilated. Her small tongue comes out then, and she swipes it over her bottom lip. “Are you going to just...shit!” she squeals, a noise that quickly turns into a low, keening sound as I rip her shirt straight down the center, exposing her breasts.

They’re perky and encased in a delicate lace bra two shades darker than her skin tone. So sexy.

“You’re perfect.” This time I’m the one who’s breathless. Barely holding onto my sanity.

“Come here.” Ava beckons me with the crook of her finger. “Kiss me.”

“Where?” That blush I love sweeps across her cheeks and down over the column of her throat. “Be specific, love.”

“Let’s start here,” she says, pointing to her mouth. And I do as I am told, happy to be her slave.

My mouth slants over hers, tasting her natural sweetness and swallowing her moans. She’s soft in my arms, yet just as hungry—starving for my touch.

Each whimper settles on the tip of my cock like an electric shock of bliss. I’m hard and pulsing, pushing against the thick cotton of my joggers.

“Fuck, Ava,” I groan, loving how she nips my bottom lip, taking the flesh between her lips and sucking before traveling lower to my chin. Tiny bites litter my chin and neck as I close my eyes, savoring this moment.

I want her like this always. Wild and free. Beautiful in her agony.

A desire only I can satiate.

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