That Thing Between Eli and Gwen(46)

It did feel better. “Don’t stop.” It wasn’t a lie. I wanted him to keep touching me.

He smirked, his hands working up and down my thigh slowly.

Doing my best to keep my mouth closed, I kept my eyes on him and he kept his on me. I swallowed when his fingers worked farther, pressing down harder through my tights, and I could feel myself breathing hard.

He bit his lips, took a breath, and stopped, his hands not leaving my thigh. “You are really good at seducing me,” he whispered under his breath. “Last night, this morning. Guinevere, we just started, you can’t put me in positions like this. I want to be a gentleman before I’m the fiend.”

I placed my hand on his, leaning down to kiss him just as hard as he'd kissed me the night before, our mouths opening for each other, both his hands now gripping my thighs as if he was forcing them to stay where they were.

Breaking away, his eyes dropped to my lips and he swallowed, taking a deep breath.

“If you think I’m seducing you now, you’re in for one hell of a ride, Dr. Davenport.”

“I look forward to it, Ms. Poe.”

“Go for your run, you look like you need it.” I nodded down at his…problem.

“It will have to do…for now.” He got up, as did I. “Are you going to be at the hospital today?”

I nodded. “For this mural, I’m going to be there for a while.”

“If I distract you, will it take longer?” He grinned, already preparing to run again.

“Don’t distract me!”

“You say that now.” He winked, waving at me before taking off.

I noticed he was going much faster than he had when running alongside me. He must have been holding back.

Falling back on the bench, I noticed Taigi had finally settled down, sitting next to it without a care in the word. He barked at me.

“Fine. Fine. It’s all thanks to you.”

He barked again and put his head down.

“You're still my favorite, I swear.” I laughed, petting through his fur. It really was all thanks to him that today was starting off well…even though my legs felt like jelly.

Yep, definitely going to need ice.





Chapter Thirteen

Winners and Losers





Eli


Twice in less than twenty-four hours, I was forced to subject myself to a cold shower thanks to Guinevere Poe. Two days before, I wouldn’t have thought of her like that; I wouldn’t let myself. However, the second I admitted it, I felt like a barrier fell down and I could see her in ways that…left me feeling hot. My mind put all the pieces of her together like a puzzle. I hadn’t realized I had already felt so much of her. I knew she had dainty feet from the time I wrapped her ankle, smooth skin from the time I tried to take the wedding dress off her, which was also how I remembered what her back looked like, and how full her breasts were.

Not now. I groaned to myself, grabbing my bag, though I smiled at the shoes she had given me. When I came out into my living room, I saw Logan sitting on my counter, eating my cereal. “Shouldn’t you be at class?”

“It’s Saturday. Why were you smiling when you came out?” he asked mid-bite.

“None of your business—” I stopped, wanting to ask him a question. “What do you think of Guinevere? As a woman?”

He grinned wide.

“Before you start with your foolishness, just answer my question.”

“Honestly?”

“No, lie to me. Yes. Honestly.”

“She's super hot,” he said seriously.

I kind of wished he had lied. “You’re just saying that to see if you will get under my skin.”

“No.” He shook his head. “When Sebastian first introduced us, I thought that too. She has a really nice smile. I thought she was actually one of the models for his magazines, and then realized her body was way too sinful for that. I mean, how full her bre—”

“Stop,” I snapped at him. Before I beat you over the head with that bowl.

“What? You asked.”

“I asked you to tell me what you thought of her as a woman, not give me a rundown of her body.”

“Aren’t bodies pretty much a big part of what makes up a woman?”

Why am I talking to this kid? “Just forget it, never mind.”

I moved to grab fruit from my fridge and a water bottle when he spoke again.

“Fine. Everything except body: she’s smart, and kind, a little odd but in a funny and cute way, successful on her own, and lastly, but most importantly, Mom's already in love with her. If you didn't like her so much, I’d probably ask her out.”

I stopped to look at him. “You like her?”

He shrugged. “Not as much as you do, and before you use me as an excuse not to date her, know that I said I would ask her on a date, not confess to being in love or anything like that. She’s a nice and pretty cool woman to be around. Of course, any straight male would want to go on a date with her. Just because you're blind doesn’t mean we all need to be.”