Page 35 of Choose Me

I laugh and grab his hips. “All right. All right. But it’s out there. For either of us.”

He’s clearly exasperated but fighting a smile. “Erik, shut up and kiss me.”

12

Jules

Iwaitforthepanic to start, for my palms to get sweaty and my heart to beat out of my chest, but it doesn’t happen. Well, my heart is racing, but mostly because Erik is lying under me, shirtless, with his hands on my bare skin. “Erik, shut up and kiss me.”

His eyes darken and a slow grin spreads across his lips. He cups my face in his huge hands and, with an astonishing display of abdominal strength that makes my dick throb, he levers himself up. His face is so close to mine I can feel the edge of his beard against my cheek. Fucking hell, the way he’s looking at me is searing hot, and so much better than anything I’ve seen in the movies. Maybe because it’s directed at me, or maybe because it’s Erik. Whatever the reason, it’s incredibly exciting, and I hope he always looks at me like this.

“Yes, sir.” He presses the gentlest of kisses against my lips. “Whatever you want.” He kisses me again, but this time his lips linger, and I can’t catch my breath. “I’m yours to command.” He murmurs the words against my mouth and his beard and mustache tease at the already sensitive skin, making me shiver.

“Good to know.” My voice is breathy and cracks on the last word.

“Are you okay here or should we—”

I’m off his chest and holding out my hand before he can finish the question. “We should.” Anticipation and a little nervousness make my hands shake, but if Erik notices he doesn’t mention it. He laces our fingers together and gets up from the couch in one smooth move, muscles rippling distractingly. I stare at his chest and try not to drool. “You should do that again. But later.”

I pull him down the hall to my bedroom and tug him inside. Wordlessly, he closes the door and leans his enormous body against it. Damn, he’s beautiful. I hungrily devour him with my eyes, my gaze roaming over his broad chest down to his narrow waist. It’s odd admiring him so openly when I’ve spent most of my life trying to avoid being caught. But now I can, so I take my time. My cheeks burn when I get to the very visible bulge in his jeans, but I don’t shy away. Fuck, he’s big. And that’s all for me.

By the time I work my way back up to his face, Erik is grinning and practically flexing for me. He doesn’t tease me about it, thank god. Probably because he’s as happy to be ogled as I am to ogle him. “Is Quinn due home, or is he out for the night?”

I blink, trying to get my brain back online. “Um, Quinn.” Wouldn’tthathave been awkward if he’d come home while we were on the couch. “He’ll probably stay at Tadhg’s. He spends most nights there, anymore.”

Erik pushes off the door and stalks across the room, eyes never leaving mine. “So we have the place to ourselves.”

There isn’t an opportunity to respond. Erik’s lips are on mine and his hands slip around my waist, roaming over my ass and under my thighs to lift me up. Without hesitation, I wrap my legs around him and drape my arms over his neck, parting my lips, stroking my tongue against his as he walks us toward the bed.

With infinite care and an incredible show of strength that has my cock throbbing in my jeans, Erik lowers me to the mattress, then crawls over me. “You good?”

“Yeah. so good.” He slowly rolls his hips, pressing his thick cock against mine. I suck in a breath as the most intense pleasure I’ve ever felt radiates through every part of me. “Oh, fuck.” I thrust against him, needing more of the incredible sensation. “Erik.”

His lips brush against my jaw, his voice deep and sensual in my ear. “You like that,elskling?”

“Yes. Fuck yes.” I wrap my legs around him, trying to pull him even closer, needing more pressure. Damn, this feels so good. I dig my fingers into the thick muscles of his shoulders and roll my hips, letting my body take the lead. Erik sucks and nips at my skin, his soft words tickling my ear, every caress lighting me up like fireworks. I have never been this hard or this turned on in my life. It doesn’t matter that we haven’t even made it to the naked part, or that I’m probably going to come in my jeans. I’ll deal with that later. “Fuck. Erik.”

He chuckles against my lips then rolls to the side. “Wait, where are you going?” I reach for him, trying to drag him back on top of me, but he ignores my attempt and quickly undoes the button and zipper on my jeans.

Before I can switch mental gears and help, he has my pants and boxer briefs off and tossed across the room. His eyes roam over my body, pupils blown wide. I’ve never felt sexy before. Cute? Sure. But the way he’s looking at me now, like he’s hungry, like he needs me and nothing else will satisfy him? For the first time in my life, I know how it feels to be desired, and I want more.

Erik reaches for his own zipper, but I sit up and bat his hands away, opening his jeans myself, pushing the denim and briefs over his hips as he wriggles the rest of the way out of them.

He crawls up the bed and sprawls out on his back, arms open, and I forget how to breathe. “Holy fucking shit.” I crawl up the bed, openly gawping at his absolutely ridiculously, insanely ripped body. And then I start to laugh. “Oh my god, it’s like Christmas, my birthday, and winning the lotto all at the same time.” I kneel next to him and run my fingers across his chest and down his torso, following the delicious cut of his abs, not sure where to look first. I glance up and meet his eyes. “Is this okay?”

His smug smile and the way he casually tucks his hands behind his head like he’s relaxing at the beach should be enough of an answer. “Jules, are you really asking if I’m okay with you appreciating my body and touching me?” He flexes his biceps, showing off and making me grin. “Because I’m very okay with that. I’m yours to explore.” Then the cocky fucker winks at me.

Laughter bursts out of me, and it’s amazing. I don’t feel awkward or embarrassed, and I’m sure that’s Erik’s plan. God, can he be more perfect? “So, I can really do whatever I want?” Not that I’d have the courage to do anything not strictly vanilla. Not yet, anyway.

“Yes. Touch me, kiss me, whatever you want.”

I tease my fingertips over his abdomen and grin as the muscles tense under my touch. “Won’t that make you feel like a piece of meat? This shouldn’t be all about me.” I bite my lower lip and tear my gaze from his beautiful body, forcing myself to look him in the eyes. “I want you to enjoy this, too.”

He pushes up on his elbow and takes my hand in his, bringing it to his lips for a light kiss. “Do you have any idea what a turn on it is to see the heat in your eyes when you look at me? Or how it feels when your fingers touch my bare skin? It’s fucking hot as hell, Jules. And I’m the only one who’s seen you like this. It’s incredibly special. And hot. Did I mention hot?”

I laugh again, because he’s being ridiculous. “All right. But if it gets awkward, or uncomfortable, tell me.” He nods once, and I trail my fingers across his chest, meandering a bit to tease him, but also to slow myself down, calm my racing heart, and try to make this enjoyable for him, too. With the pad of my finger, I lightly trace around one areola. He inhales softly, lips parted and pupils blown wide. “You’re sensitive here?” I brush my finger across the nipple and his body jerks. I do it again and his nipple hardens into a little peak.

“Yeah. But in a good way. I like it. I like it harder, too.” Holy fucking fuck, this is so hot. I tweak his nipple without stopping to think, because the last thing I need right now is my brain getting in the way. Erik gasps and my eyes shoot up to his, worried I’ve been too rough. But by his slack jaw and bright eyes, it’s clear I haven’t. “Yeah, that feels good.” Encouraged, I repeat it to his other nipple, watching his face, and this time he moans.

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