Greedily, one of his brave hands slipped against my thigh, fingertips just barely caressing my ass.
I shivered, hands curling into his hair.
Our eyes met, his own mirroring the blazing, churning fire that lit behind mine.
Want, desire, craving, it was almost tangible. My whole body convulsed.
I’d never felt anything like this, I’d never wanted anything like I wanted to feel his body against mine, moving in the dance of love.
I wanted him.
I wanted Eli Hunter.
Much more clumsily than I would have liked, I pulled his head forward towards mine, lips crashing against his own.
He gasped in surprise, one of his hands tangling in my still sleep mussed hair as he hugged me tighter, harder against his body.
Our lips danced together greedily, drinking up every ounce of one another that we could. Fire surged through my veins, swirling in my mind and fogging out everything except the sweet taste of Eli’s tongue delicately sweeping my own.
His breathing was ragged as we parted, still in each other’s embrace. At some point my back had gotten pressed against the kitchen wall.
We stared at one another, chests heaving, as he slowly, slowly lowered me to the ground. Never once did our gazes falter.
His burning fingers curled around my t-shirt, lips pressing against mine as he begged permission to disrobe me.
For a moment, as our lips lingered together, I almost hesitated, but through the burning of my core and the utter desire in his kiss, I knew there was no way I could ever deny this man.
As our mouths parted, a shy smile danced on my lips.
I’d never let a man touch me like this, I’d never had a man’s hands on my body, feeling me, dancing over me. I’d never had a man beg for my kiss, for my embrace.
Eli’s hands began to lift my shirt when suddenly the front door swung open once more.
Lucy danced back inside, earbuds in her ears, sound of loud indie guitar playing spilling out.
She turned in lazy circles as she moved, suddenly pausing when she realized that Eli and I were still in the kitchen, our lips swollen and red with kisses, my shirt half up my thighs, his strong hands on my body.
“Oh god.” She said, slapping her hands over her face, “Oh god!”
The mood effectively killed, a blush burning on my face, I broke away from the sexy young man, “I’m sorry!” I cried out, to no one in particular, maybe it was even to myself, “This is so embarrassing!”
Eli cleared his throat, golden eyes darting between my roommate and myself, as he slowly seated himself at our tiny little table.
“So, Lucy,” He began, “I hear you make some interesting coffee.”
Chapter Six
The next three weeks passed in a blur of Eli’s lips and his intense, tawny gaze.
In between classes, we often met in the back halls of the campus, where our mouths would do all the talking we never got around to living next to each other for the past year.
My hand began to feel empty without his warm fingers intertwined in my own, my lips ached for his own constantly.
I was awash in emotion and yearning for this man.
“You know it’s been almost a month since our first date.” I mused one evening, as we lay in my bed, mostly clothed, beside each other. His body curved around my own, his fingers played in my hair. His warm breath burned beside my ear.
He chuckled, smoothing a hand over my hip, playing with the band of my shorts. His fingers flitted beneath the hem just slightly, feeling the forbidden flesh hidden away, before his hand moved back over my stomach.
“We’ve never gone back to Aubrey’s coffeehouse.” I said, rolling onto my back to look up into Eli’s gorgeous face, “She’s going to think I hated it there.”
His tan fingers smoothed over my shirt, popping one of the buttons with a smirk as I swatted away his brave fingers.
He lowered his face to mine, warm hand cupping my chin, pulling me into his embrace hungrily.
There was still no denying his desire, I caved easily in his warm embrace. Our legs wrapped around each other, our hands danced over each other’s bodies. My fingers sailed the dips and curves of his muscled back as his burning tongue slid slyly between my lips.
Slowly, reluctantly, he pulled back, leaving me gasping for air and my lips yearning for his warmth once more.
“I just don’t want you to have another reaction.” He said with a shrug, “We can go back sometime if you really want to.”
Eli chuckled as I pouted the more he moved away, brushing his fingers over my cheeks as he climbed from the bed, searching the nearby floor his fallen shirt.
“It’s in the computer chair.” I said glumly, watching as he snatched it and slid it over his head, “Are you leaving?”
“Big test tomorrow.” He sighed with a frown, “And I have to get some things for this weekend.” He added offhandedly, flicking his phone open as he scrolled through it briefly.