Breaking Him(49)

I climbed to my knees and went to him; his arms dropped away, letting me straddle his hips. “Do you want to talk about it?” If only he’d open up to me, I could work at putting his mind to rest.

His cock was rock hard now. He shook his head again, and my heart sank.

I knew he was bothered by what had happened the day before. I was, too, but it was my life. The people in town didn’t get a say in who I had a relationship with. It wasn’t up for debate. I just hoped like hell they got bored with us sooner rather than later and moved on to interfering in someone else’s life.

Despite the sizable erection poking me in the backside, his lips were held in a grim line. I wanted one of his subtle smiles; better yet, I wanted to hear his heart-stopping laugh. I wasn’t going to get that out of him this morning, though. Which meant I had to improve his mood another way.

I lifted up a little and dragged the sheet out of the way. He groaned when my bare sex made contact with his cock. I rubbed up against him, wrapping my arms around his neck, and pressed my lips to his, sucking and licking his gorgeous mouth, working myself up on the fat underside of his dick trapped between us. One of his hands was on my ass, the other sliding up my back to tangle in my hair.

“Let me make you feel good,” I said against his lips. I ground down harder, and his mouth opened on a gasp. I took advantage and dragged my tongue over his, tangling and tasting. God, I couldn’t get enough of him.

His hand tightened on my butt. “You gonna fuck me, angel?”

“Yes.”

He watched me through half-lidded eyes, hand still on my ass, massaging, inviting me to do whatever I wanted, to take what I needed. His cock stood up between us, thick and veined and so damn hard. I reached down, fisted him, lifted up, and sank down, taking him all the way.

“Oh God.” I didn’t know if I’d ever get used to his size. “So good.”

“My beautiful girl’s always so wet for me.” He wrapped his arms around me, his hold light, giving me the freedom to move how I liked but in a way he’d feel every arch of my spine, every twitch, every roll of my body.

I threaded my fingers in his hair and began to move. “Because I always want you.”

His hand tightened in my hair, and he pulled me down, kissing me hard and deep, groaning into my mouth as I fucked down onto him. His hand gripped my butt harder, then he was lifting me, bringing me back down, the pace slow and steady. I could feel all of him, the way he filled me on the way in, dragging out, making me desperate to have him inside me again instantly. “You’re so big.” I moaned. “Christ, Eli, you go so deep.”

He kept on kissing me, tilting his head, fucking my mouth the way he was fucking me—slow and deep.

It didn’t take long. I was still sensitive from the night before, and when he brought me down and held me there, grinding up into me, it hit without warning. I pulled back, about to drop my head to his shoulder, but he cupped my jaw with one hand, holding it where he wanted me, making me look at him. Watching my face as I rolled my hips against his, eyes fluttering, mouth open, cries filling the room.

His fingers dug into my hip, and he slammed up into me two more times, then he grunted, pulling my mouth back to his so I could taste his moans, those sexy growls, as he came hard inside me.

I dropped my head to his shoulder, and he smoothed his hands over my back, body sated, sleepy, like I’d been last night. Protected and treasured in his strong arms…

That’s when I remembered what I’d said before I went to sleep.

I’d told him I loved him.

I didn’t even know if he’d said it back, if he’d even wanted to.

I stiffened, and he tightened his arms around me like he could read my mind.

“Eli…” God, I sounded as unsure as I felt.

“I want to take you somewhere,” he said against my hair. “Will you let me show you something?”

“Yes,” I said against his skin, heart hammering in my chest. He’d heard me last night; how could he not have? Was that why he was acting strange this morning? Was it more than what happened in town?

My first thought was to wish them back, wish back those two mumbled words said when I was at my most vulnerable, but then I realized I didn’t want that. I did love him. I loved him so much, the idea of not having him anymore physically hurt. I didn’t know if that was something Eli was ready to hear, but I knew he cared for me. It was in every touch, every long look, every whispered word.

Whatever it was he wanted to show me, it was important to him, and I got the feeling, to us.

I lifted my head. “When do you want to go?”

He smoothed my hair away from my face. “Now.”