Page 50 of Make Me Love You

She hesitated a moment, debating, then released him from her mouth with a long, slow suck that made him shudder. Suddenly she was swooping through the air as he scooped her from the ground like she was nothing. She wrapped her legs around his waist, locking them closed at the ankles. He took a step toward the bed and then stopped with a grimace.

“Condom,” he muttered. “Hold on, honey.”

She complied, gripping tighter with her thighs and throwing her arms around his neck. He held her with one arm and hinged at the waist so that they both dipped together. She laughed as he rifled through the pile of discarded clothes for the condom in his jeans pocket. Hanging slightly upside down, the blood rushing to her head, she took the opportunity to press kisses against the side of his throat.

He groaned. “You’re killing me, Emma. Got it.” He straightened, bringing them right side up again.

“I’ll do it.” She took the foil-wrapped square and ripped it open. “Don’t drop me.”

“Never.”

It was just a word, meant only for this moment. It wasn’t a promise for the future. She tried not to feel too much at the seriousness of his tone and instead concentrated on maneuvering her hands between them. By the time she finally rolled the condom down over his length, they were both breathing heavily.

Their gazes clashed and held. She shifted her hips, lifting up as much as she was able, and guided him to her entrance. “Now,” she demanded.

His grip on her ass loosened just enough to let her fall on his dick with a slick glide.

“Fuuuuuuckkkkkk,” he groaned.

She used his shoulders as leverage to lift herself and then slowly, achingly, lowered herself again. It felt so good that she did it again, and again, and again. Their breath came in mingled pants. She kept the pace slow, torturing them both with a pleasure that took them right to the edge of the cliff but couldn’t send them flying.

She knew the moment he reached his breaking point. In a frenzy, he spun them around and tipped her backward over the bed. She landed with a soft thump and he was on her in an instant, pushing into her with such force that the bed moved across the floor. And, God, she loved it. Her hips slammed up to meet his and she clawed at his shoulder blades. After the slow build, her body was now screaming for release.

Fortunately, Eli was ready to deliver. He hooked her knee with one hand and held her wide, so that he stroked her clit with every thrust. She was so close. So close. Then he swiveled his hips, grinding a circle against her clit, and she was done. Pleasure tore through her and she clung desperately to him as her climax wrung her out. She was still shivering through the last aftershocks of pleasure when he thrust hard, his muscles flexing under her hands, and shouted her name.

He collapsed on top of her, completely spent. For a moment neither of them could move as they worked to get back their breath. She drew soft, lazy circles along his spine with her fingertips and he made a sound of pure happiness. She nuzzled under his ear in response. She wanted to freeze time, to stay in this moment forever, feeling warm and sated and...

Oh, no.

She was wrecked.

Chapter Fourteen

Eli opened his eyes to find Emma up on her elbows, staring at him with a sort of appalled fascination, as though he were a new and disgusting breed of insect that she was inexplicably attracted to.

“So,” he said. “Pancakes?”

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