With his hands still on my ass, he pulls me up his body and puts his lips to my neck. “You staying there tonight?”
I dip my hands into his hair to hold on. “No. The house and guest house are full. I’ll be home eventually.”
He pulls me up farther and starts to run his tongue over the swell of my breast. “Will the sinners be drinking at this Baptist wedding?”
“Hell, yes. My mother always seems to get her way, but not with that.”
My knees are on the sofa straddling his hips, my robe is barely hanging onto my shoulders, but I find myself again not caring that I’m naked and he’s completely clothed when his tongue sneaks out to flick my nipple. “Let me pick you up.”
I look down my body at him and, when he meets my gaze, he’s downright beautiful. “It’s a long drive and then my car will be stuck there.”
His eyes narrow on me before I lose them, his gaze dropping to take in my body. “I know for a fact you have a Merc along with the Rover. You’ll be fine.”
“Eli, I can’t let anyone know about us. Not yet. Not only will my father have a come-apart, but I can’t imagine what Patrick will say. After everything settles and I get a dismissal, I can explain things to them. I also can’t imagine this would be good for you at work. I’m sure it’s frowned upon to give orgasms to people like me—falsely accused or otherwise.”
His eyes pop back to mine and I swear there’s a flicker of anger there before a wicked smile takes over. He then dips his hands under my robe and runs them up the outsides of my thighs and hips, landing on my waist where he pushes the material back, causing it to fall from my shoulders and hang at my elbows.
My fingers tense on his neck when he slowly widens his legs, causing mine to do the same. It doesn’t matter how many high kicks I do during workouts—my thighs are no match for his and he’s effectively opened me in front of him.
My voice dips but I still want to know what he’s going to do next. “Eli.”
“Never worry about my work, Jen. I’m handling that.” One of his hands drops and his index finger trails up the inside of my thigh. “Now, are you going to drink tonight?”
When his finger trails between my legs, I feel how wet I am again. Or still. Damn, I’m going to need another shower before I leave. A cold one. I’ll be so late. “Eli, please. I need to go.”
“Please stop or please keep playing with you? Because I know which one’s not going to happen.”
I close my eyes. “You’re making me late.”
“I’m also making you happy.” He slides a finger deep inside and I can’t help but press down on his hand. “Jen?”
He’s got one hand locked on my hip holding me steady and the other is finger fucking me straight to double-orgasmic heaven. My body will be jelly when he’s finished. Forget about the bridal luncheon—I’ll be lucky to make the wedding at all. My mother will surely send a search party soon. Despite feeling like ten-pound weights, I somehow manage to drag my eyelids open.
“I’m picking you up. I don’t want you driving if you’re going to drink. It’s illegal.” He circles my clit with his thumb. “It would suck if I had to arrest you.”
I frown even though my breathing has started to shallow. “That’s not funny.”
He smirks. “Sure it is.”
Then, damn him, he pulls his thumb away but he does give me a second finger and that feels good. He has big hands.
“I’ll be there at midnight. Keep our hotline close and I’ll text you when I’m there.”
“Our hotline,” I repeat and try to move to find his thumb.
He lowers his voice. “Just you and me, baby.”
He gives me a little, brushing the tip of my clit, making me want more. It also makes me relent. “Okay. Midnight.”
“Good.” His eyes don’t leave mine, but they do darken. “Now, baby. The first one was on me but you’re going to have to work for number two. If you want it, move.”
My body tenses.
He brushes my clit again and pumps his fingers one more time, but that’s all I get. “You heard me. I want to watch.”
I narrow my eyes but can’t help but move my hips. “You want a lot.”
“I want everything but you’re already late so, for now, I’ll settle for this.”