Page 76 of All I Need

I WOKE UP THIS MORNING still in shock over what happened last night. I can’t believe Ellie and I had phone sex. I can’t find it in myself to have any regrets over it, though, and I can only hope she doesn’t either.

I had briefly considered stopping but then she sent me that sexy as fuck picture and all bets were off. I couldn’t go back or press pause. It was like she gave me the green light and rather than creeping slowly across that line, I just gunned it.

Turning the corner, I see Miss Polly’s house come into view and smile when I see Ellie’s small SUV still parked in the driveway. When I woke up this morning, the first thing I thought of was Ellie. The second? The picture she sent me last night. Rushing to get ready, I’m happy to see I made it here before she’s left for the clinic.

I bound up the porch steps after parking at an angle behind her and walk through the door as I knock.

Ellie comes around the corner of the kitchen, her blue eyes wide, coffee cup in her hand, pajamas still covering her body. My eyes make a trail from her head to the tips of her slipper covered bare feet. She has on a long tan sweater but the tank top and shorts underneath leave nothing to the imagination. Which, after last night, is vivid.

“Is everything okay?”

“Set the coffee down, Ellie.”

“What?”

“If you don’t want to be wearing that coffee, I’d suggest you place that cup of coffee you’re holding onto the table beside you.”

She looks down at her coffee then up at me again before gently placing it down. Before she stands up straight, I make the space between us disappear, place my hands on her cheeks, and change our lives forever.

The kiss isn’t anything like the chaste kiss we shared after Camilla was born. Having her work for me, seeing her every day has been the most delicious kind of torture there is. The stolen kisses and shared looks, trying not to stare at the way her chest fills out the navy blue scrubs. As my tongue plunges into her mouth, I feel the vibration of her moan. I respond with a moan of my own, wrap my arms around her lower back and pull her in close, our bodies pressing against each other. With our height difference, it’s not as if we’re some perfect fit but it doesn’t matter because it feels perfect. Her body forms to mine and I can’t help when my body reacts.

I let my fingers make a slow trip down her body, our lips not separating for a single second. I brush my thumbs against the outside of her breasts and if my mouth wasn’t already busy devouring hers, I would smile. But I don’t want to waste precious seconds of time. I haven’t tasted enough of her yet.

Her head tilts to the side, allowing me to deepen the kiss. I wrap my arms around her ass and lift, her legs instantly circling my hips making it so I can feel the heat of her center against my hardness. Tongues collide and lips bruise but it’s all so amazing and the hottest thing I’ve ever experienced. Well, aside from last night.

I move slightly, kissing my way down her jaw until my lips find the spot just below her ear. She shivers and I smile, cataloging that little bit of information for later.

“Well good morning, Walker.” At the sound of Miss Polly’s voice Ellie stiffens in my arms but I’m not having it.

“That it is, Miss Polly. That it is,” I say cheerfully, not letting Ellie down no matter how much she squirms.

“I’ll just go add in a few more eggs to the scramble for breakfast. Don’t mind me,” Miss Polly calls out as she walks back out of the room.

“Walker!”

“Ellie!” I tease, tightening my grip on her.

“Would you let me down? Miss Polly is here.”

“And she said not to mind her.”

I move over to a chair in the corner of the room and sit down, allowing her to straddle me. Not a hardship on my part.

“Morning.” I grin and lean up to kiss her on the lips again.

She rolls her eyes but returns my kiss. “Morning,” she mumbles.

“Grumpy, grumpy. I’d have thought you’d be much happier after a good orgasm.”

“Walker, would you shush?” she whisper-shouts looking toward the kitchen where we know Miss Polly is still bustling around.

I reach over to the table she set her coffee on and lift her cup to my lips, taking a sip, pleasantly surprised when I notice that she takes her coffee the same as I do with just a splash of milk, then hand it to her. She smiles, takes a big gulp then replaces the cup on the table. “By the way, I guarantee Miss Polly already knew. Nothing happens in this house she doesn’t know about.”

She glares at me. “Well in that case, I hope you enjoyed our one and only time.”

“Not happening. That’s something I plan on repeating. Often.” Hopefully next time there won’t be phones separating us, though.

I can see the pulse in her throat pounding as she thinks about a repeat performance of our phone sex from last night. I wonder if she can feel how it affects me as well. To drive my point home, I press up against her and I can’t help but smile when she gasps.

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