Page 12 of Spellbound
“Emma Grayce,” he repeated. His voice now held a hint of amusement. Still, I had to clear my throat before I could respond.
“Mmm hmm?”
Didn’t he know I was half in love with him—well, the idea of him anyway—even before I swooned into his arms? It was that damn sketch.
So much for serendipity.
A breeze rustled through the nearby trees and I shivered. Eli immediately ran his hands up and down my arms. Didn’t he know he made it impossible not to fall for him, and fall hard?
“You’re cold; let’s go on inside.”
See, could he be any sweeter?
His tug had me turning and what do you know, I was in his arms again. I was comfortable there. I fit. I wanted to take a step forward so he’d draw me close again, kiss me breathless. I took a step back instead, let my gaze land on his, open and appraising.
But then he took that step. One of his arms held me tight against him and suddenly I wasn’t chilly at all. In fact, I was quickly overheating. The fingers of his free hand ran through my hair, pushing it off my face and tilting my chin upward in one very smooth move. His eyelids dropped as his lips descended to mine. And then my eyes were closed too, and all I could do was clutch him to me and feel. His lips were warm and firm, and when his tongue nudged at my lips to separate, it was as though I had no will of my own. His tongue glided along the sensitive inner lining of my cheek, along the solid smoothness of my teeth, and heat curled in my core. I rocked against his erection, and needed more. Needed to be naked against his rigid flesh, and closer still. I let out a pathetic moan and grabbed for the buttons of his shirt.
With a low growl and his mouth attached to mine, his hands roamed down my sides until they cupped the globes of my ass, and then reversed course and slid up the curve of my hips and waist. In a flash, my sweater was up and over my head, and the sudden burst of cool air reminded me we were still standing at my entry. Outdoors. Where anyone who happened to pass by could witness our frantic movements.
“Eli.” My voice was ragged.
His attention was centered on my breasts. The weight of them in his hands, the taste of them through the lace of my bra. His gaze darted up, his eyes dark as pitch. Wordlessly, he resumed sucking my nipple as if he didn’t yet realize the problem.
With a sigh of regret and frustration, I pushed against the firm plane of his chest and wiggled out of his embrace. “Eli, we’re still outside.”
He looked up again, then glanced over his shoulder. “Oh, shit. We should probably take this party inside.”
I laughed. “You think?” His shirt hung from his shoulders. I grabbed the ends and yanked him in through the open door. Then kicked the panel closed and reached for his belt.
A much more clear-eyed Eli evaded my grasp and swept me into his arms. “Which way?”
I pointed toward one of two open doors. “In there.” The other was the bathroom.
We were at the edge of the bed in a handful of strides, and then I was bouncing on the mattress.
“Eli!” I screeched out his name on a laugh, and he silenced me with his mouth.Okay, then.I reached for his waist again, and this time he didn’t stop me. He even lifted his butt off the bed once I had his pants unzipped so I could drag them down his body. His long cock pushed against the soft knit of his boxer briefs, distracted me while his legs were still shackled by his pants. I ran my hand over the stiff bulge, and Eli bucked. Then I ran my tongue over it. Yeah. I wanted more of that. I wanted it in my mouth, pumping between my breasts, thrusting inside me.
“Emma Grayce, please.”Let the man beg,was my inner vixen’sadvice. I decided to cut the man some slack. I crawled to the edge of the bed and tugged his pants fully off, then flung them across the room. Somewhere. Didn’t matter. He wouldn’t need them for a while.
While I was still at the edge of the bed I kicked off my heels, then lay back on the bed and unbuttoned my jeans.
Yes, I was wearingthosejeans.
Eli batted my hands away. “Stop!”
My hands froze. “Why?” I tilted my head back and darted my gaze around the room.
Eli scooted closer and had my jeans off faster than I could have done it myself.
“Wow, you’re good at that.”
He grinned and wiggled his eyebrows. “I’m good at other things too.” He unclasped my bra and it went sailing. “Things I plan to demonstrate.” With a quick tug, my panties evaporated. “Right now.”
“Not so fast, Elijah.” I grabbed his shoulders and rolled, taking him with me. And now that I was looking down at him, lowered my lips to his. Shoved my tongue into his mouth and sucked his face. His hands grabbed my butt again, stroked and squeezed. His cock pressed against my inner thigh. When that hot pit of desire in my belly was on the verge of a coup, I ended our kiss with a playful smooch and scooted down his body. His hands reached for whatever skin they happened on, grasping and greedy. Clutching my waist, my back, my bare breasts, which grew heavy and tight, and shot need straight to my clit.
More and more frantically, I dragged my mouth over his slightly bristled jawline, down the salty skin of his throat, and across the heated flesh of his chest till I zeroed in on an erect nipple. A quick nip followed by a lash of my tongue and his hips bucked into me. He sucked in a breath and muttered a filthy curse. With my face buried in the crisp hairs of his torso, I closed my eyes and smiled. Then made him do it again.
“Emma Grayce, you’re goddamn torturing me.” He grabbed my face in his hands but I slipped away. I was on a mission.
