Page 95 of Cross the Line
Breathe. Butterflies, buttercups, bear cubs… Fuck.
Fuck it.
Spinning toward him, I grip the back of his neck and yank him to me at the same time as I pin him to the wall with my body. My mouth is a breath from his. His hands grip my hips the same way they did back at the arena, only harder, so every one of his fingertips claws into me. The bite shoots straight to my already hard cock.
“You fucking kill me,” I groan at the feel of his hot bulge pressed to my groin.
God, it’s good.
Everything about it turns me on more. Makes it impossible not to grind into him, and even though I wait for him to stop me after the first drag, he doesn’t.
Eli’s hands skate up my sides to my waist beneath my suit jacket. His leg pushes between mine while his dark eyes bore into me, holding me in their unwavering intensity.
“Ditto, Sunshine.” His smirk incinerates his stare.
I’m burning—fucking scorching for him when my mouth crushes onto his with a guttural groan that severs the very last fraying thread of my control.
My tongue shoves past his pouty lips at the same time the hand at his neck slides into his hair, holding that pretty mouth where I want it while I fuck it with my kiss. Winding in his silk tie, my other hand clasps around his throat.
I feel every vibration of his groans shoot through my palm directly to my chest, pumping my heart faster as his arms wrap around me and his groin grinds into mine.
The bitterness of the green tea he had at the arena soaks into my taste buds, and I shiver deeper into him, licking over his tongue as it duels with mine. A thrill sparks through me at the push and pull for control. Neither of us pulls apart when the doors ping open on our floor. We’re turning, spinning, edging out of the elevator, stumbling to the door.
Pushing him up against the dark wood, I release his hair and fish my keys from my pocket. The whole time I feel for the apartment key and fumble to let us in, I suck and bite at his lips, moaning when he does the same to my tongue.
“Fuck,” I sputter as the door suddenly opens behind Eli and we both stagger backward into Finley.
Maneuvering sideways, I grip Eli’s throat tighter, keeping him glued to me as he grasps Finley’s hand and pulls her into our sides. She doesn’t falter as she falls into our manic steps. Her hand clutches my belt as we move through the hallway to the bedroom.
The air is warm with the scent of her shampoo and body wash when I pull back, and Eli tugs Finley between us. My hand is still tangled in his tie when he kisses her, gripping her jaw with one hand while the other hooks around my neck, pulling my mouth to her ear.
“Hi, Baby,” I croon before I suck her lobe into my mouth and bite down on the delicate flesh.
She mewls in response to my greeting, her hand grasping at my thigh as her ass pushes up into my groin. Her mouth trails across Eli’s jaw, bringing his lips back to mine when I release her ear with a pop and groan.
With a lick over his gaping pout, I trace a wet path to his ear as I unravel my hand from his tie and pull it loose, telling him, “Strip and get on the bed.”
Eli swallows, eyes flashing to mine. I pull back to look at him. I know he’s into this, that he wants it, but I still need toseethat he’s okay.
Leaning in again, I press a gentle kiss to his cheek—opposite of every agonizing sensation roiling inside me, but he needs to know he’s safe with me. He needs the reminder that I love him.
“You can tell me to stop any time,” I say as quietly as I can through my ragged breaths while Finley tugs his suit jacket down his arms.
Fuck, she’s so perfect—and as desperate as I am for him—that same overwhelming where-do-I-start-how-do-I-do-this feeling hits me now like it did the first time I fucked her.
Bringing my lips flush to Eli’s ear, I tell him, “I’ll never hurt you, Sweetheart. All I want to do is love you with every damn part of me.”
His breath hitches with his nod. “Okay.”
Touching my forehead to his, I unbutton the top button of his shirt while Finley unbuckles his belt, and I shuck off my penny loafers. “You trust me?”
“Yes,” Eli says while he toes off his shoes. Kicking them aside with mine, he pushes my jacket off my shoulders. “I trust you. With everything,” he adds with a graze of his lips over mine as he takes a slow step back and unbuttons the rest of his shirt.
Dark eyes remain on mine while Finley makes quick work of myshirt, peppering kisses over my chest, all the way down my torso with every button. When she reaches my navel, her tongue circles the ball of the barbell while her hands work my belt open, and before I can stop her, she’s tugging my slacks over my hips and ass, freeing my cock.
It’s only when Eli’s eyes drop to where her mouth is inches from my slick tip that I lower my stare to her.
Goddamn, she’s beautiful.
