Page 82 of Tying the Knot
“Sleep then, my love.”
He pushes my hair over my shoulder and kisses the back of my neck. “I love it when you call me that.”
I grin and turn over to stare into his gorgeous face. I stroke him as he opens his eyes, and we get lost in each other. “You are my love. My life. You all are. I am so glad I found you. So lucky that I did.”
“We are the lucky ones. We have been waiting for you for a long time, Morgan. It’s been…” He sighs.
“Exhausting?”
“Yeah.”
“Rest now, Eli,” I murmur, trying out this shortening of his name to see if he accepts it.
He smiles, closing his eyes again. “I know you hate Mor. What can I call you when sweetheart doesn’t fit?”
“I won’t hate it if you call me that,” I answer truthfully.
He nods, and we fall into silence. Within moments he is fast asleep.
I spend ages watching him, wondering what he would think if he knew I was.
After a while, I close my eyes, and soon, slumber drags me under.
* * *
It’s the best night’s sleep I’ve had for as long as I can remember, and when I wake up, I know that the time is now.
My pre heat has started. I’m flushed and excited for the times ahead, wondering if the breaking of Adam’s bond had anything to do with the timing of it. That, and maybe Eli’s closeness. He is still asleep in my arms. I’m reluctant to wake him, but I’m desperate for a pee, so I untangle myself from him and slip off the bed.
When I return to the room a few minutes later, having had the presence of mind to also brush my teeth, I find myself alone.
Frowning, I think it is not like Elijah, but when he comes running back into the room a moment later, smelling like mint, I giggle.
“I see.”
“Back at you,” he replies with narrowed eyes. “Is it time?”
“Not exactly.”
“What does that mean?”
“It means I’ve only gone into pre heat.”
“Good enough,” he growls and swoops in, crushing his body to mine.
It seems as if time has stopped, neither one willing to break the silence as we stand there, the embers of our mutual need and longing blazing brightly in the lightening room.
As if pulled in by an invisible force, Elijah moves his mouth to mine, brushing his lips lightly over mine. The electricity between us is palpable.
His fingertips skim lightly over my neck, sending shivers of pleasure down my spine. His other hand reaches out to cup my face. My heart skips a beat as he runs his thumb over my lips, teasing me with its warmth.
He brushes his lips against mine again in a gentle kiss. He deepens it, one hand still cupping my face while the other trails down my body, exploring and caressing my curves.
I respond eagerly to his touch, my mouth opening to his. His tongue explores hungrily, our kiss becoming more and more passionate.
Elijah breaks away, gazing down at me with a burning desire in his eyes. He steps away, leaving me bereft without his touch.
He moves towards the bed, slowly undressing himself, letting me watch. When he is naked, I moan with desire. He is a god. His body is hard and tanned, and his cock is twitching, eager to be inside me.
