Page 116 of Break the Ice
“I’ve turned your life upside down and…” I stutter to a pause when he leans closer.
“You got your ears pierced,” Elijah mumbles with a wistful smile.
“Jayden took me.”
“Of course he did,” he says, hovering his lips over the tip of my nose. “I like it. The pearls suit you.”
I’m one second away from hyperventilating if he does and if he doesn’t kiss me. Because the kiss we shared the other night is still living in my head—the rough way he touched me with his fingers digging into my flesh. His breath scolding my skin. The taste of him—different to what I remember. Bolder. Stronger. Demanding.
“None of this mess is on you, Finley-James,” he says, nudging the tip of my nose with his warm, rough-bitten lips. “You’re everything that’s good and right.”
“Doesn’t feel that way.”
“It was always going to be like this. Jayden’s right, we can’t hide.”
Jayden.
My insides buzz at the gruff reverence of Elijah’s tone. The way each syllable licks over his tongue with a hot breath that I drag into my lungs greedily when he rubs his nose along mine. My pulse skitters out of control as his hand cups the base of my skull, holding my face to his.
“Elijah…”
He chuckles quietly at my breathless stutter. “Yes?”
“Are you going to kiss me?”
The entirety of his body stills. “Do you want me to?”
“So much,” I exhale, leaning closer, tilting my face to the side so that he has open access to my aching lips.
“Come here.” The hand at my nape tightens his hold on me as his fingers twist into my hair while he maneuvers me onto his lap.
I’m cradled in his hold when his large hand molds to my face with a firmness that has all my synapses firing. As his mouth lowers to mine, my head tips back onto his bicep, offering my lips brazenly.
“So beautiful,” he whispers into my gaping pout. Lust burns up my chest while my belly tightens into a thousand knots with the hum of his voice. “Angel…”
Oh God, please kiss me. Just kiss me…“Elijah.”
“I like it when you say my name,” he blusters down my throat before his tongue licks into my mouth, pulling a sigh all the way from my toes as they curl into the plush velvet seat.
Everything fades to black, lighting up my senses into an overwhelmed, heated frenzy of sensation I can’t contain when my fingers tunnel into the longer tendrils of his hair and I pull myself deeper into his heat.
I don’t simply want him to kiss me; I need him to touch me. For his hands to etch their strength into every nook and cranny of my body. I want every inch of him to ache and hunger for me the way I am starved for him.
With my ragged breaths sticking in my chest, I twist my fingers in his hair while my other hand grapples with the hem of his loose t-shirt, lifting it between us so that my exposed skin melds with his.
“Fuck…” The curse rumbles from deep in his chest, vibrating through his hard muscles into my bones when I swivel on his lap, straddling his thighs.
My hand dips beneath his shirt, exploring the defined grooves of his chest.
“Don’t tempt me like this,” Elijah groans, his hand tugging at the loosened hair at my nape so that it escapes its messy knot.
It’s not the first time he’s spoken those words to me. Last time we were kids and had no idea what we were doing or how good it would feel. How addictive the sensation of being a physical part of each other would be.
I know now. He knows too.
Every inch of his body is tightening beneath mine with each writhe of my hips over his groin.
The pressure of his need pressed between my thighs as his mouth continues devouring mine is more than I can bear. Better than anything I’ve ever felt while he nips at my lips until they burn and the slight tang of my blood rushes to the surface.
