Spiral (Off the Ice, #2) (86)

Ding.

I jolt back but Elias stands there, watching me, devouring me with just a look.

My eyes flick to the elevator doors drawing open. “This is our floor.”

The corner of his mouth lifts, as if my words somehow satisfy him. Moving out of my way, he allows me to exit first and follows, making my back tingle with awareness. The deafening silence is almost suffocating. When he leans forward to unlock the door, the bolt twists and we stand there, back against front, just breathing.

Elias’s lips brush against the shell of my ear. “Open the door, Sage.”

My hand shakes so much you’d think I was the one who hasn’t had sex in four years.

When I open the door, I expect him to tear my clothes off and take me on the nearest surface, but instead he drops his gear bag by the entryway and heads to the kitchen. He opens the fridge and takes out a carton of orange juice.

“Thirsty?” he asks.

Yes. I don’t answer, and he looks over his shoulder to see my blank expression. It’s like he’s moving in slow motion. The sound of liquid filling the glass, the slow slide of it against the counter before he gulps it down. When he moves to the sink to wash it and put it in the dish rack, it’s entirely too much.

“Are we gonna have sex?” I blurt.

His body begins to shake, and when he turns around, I realize he’s laughing. At me. I watch him with annoyance fizzing on my skin.

“Sorry,” he says, wiping a nonexistent tear from his eye.

Not caring for his pitiful apology, I pivot in an attempt to storm away, but I don’t get anywhere. He grabs my wrists and pulls me back.

I bump right into him. “What?”

He tuts at my sharp tone. “You’ve waited months. Where did all that patience go, baby?”

Oh God, I love the way he calls me baby. There’s something about the smooth timbre of his voice that makes it sound so hot yet gentle. My thighs squeeze together and he tracks the movement with a faint smirk.

“If I haven’t made it clear already, Sage, I want you. All of you. In every way that I can have you.” His hands move down my body to cup my ass. “Tell me what you like.”

My patience is running thin. “You know what I like. You had proof of it all over your thigh. And your face.”

He chuckles like I’m a one-woman circus. Elias draws closer and slips his hand between my legs. “You like when I touch you like this,” he rasps. “When I kiss you like this.” His lips capture mine, then move down to my neck, teasing and biting. “But show me what else. Let me make it good for you.”

This man is about to break a four-year vow, and he wants to make it good for me? I’m not one to complain.

“I want to taste you,” I say honestly.

“Fuck,” he mutters, pressing his forehead against mine. “You can’t say things like that. It’s been a really long time and I want this to last.”

“I don’t care if you come the second my tongue touches the tip, I just want you.”

He moves away from me to lean against the counter and stare at the ceiling. “I don’t deserve you.”

“Yeah, you do.”

He swallows, bringing his gaze back to me, and it’s like I’ve flipped a switch. “Then show me,” he says. “Show me how much I deserve you, Sage.”

In one swift move, I pull off my top and greet him with my bare breasts. They’re nothing more than a handful, but he stares like they’re the best pair of tits he’s ever seen. It’s the first time that I’ve been with someone that I haven’t cared how my body looks. I don’t itch to check if I’m bloated or hesitate to reach for the button of my jeans. Elias stands still, eyes on fire and hands still gripping the countertop. I remove my jeans next, tossing them beside me, but when I go for my panties, he stops me.

“Keep them on,” he says, pushing off the counter. “Now, get on your knees.”

Holy shit.

I drop in an instant, and when he undoes his belt and unzips his pants, I think I’m running out of air. It’s like the trailing suspense in a thriller when you know someone’s going to die. It’s going to be me.

He pulls off his shirt next, and the drool practically dribbles down my chin. I can’t focus between his ripped torso and his boxers that tent with his thick erection. But then he pulls his boxers down and tosses them away. When his cock springs free, I stare at the shiny gray metal stud at the base of his length, and the one on the tip. My stomach tightens. Elias is so reserved and introverted that the sight of a piercing is still shocking.

“Open your mouth.”

I don’t hesitate, and Elias eases between my lips. The second my tongue touches his shaft, he groans so loud, I’m worried I’ve done something wrong. But his eyes squeeze shut and his head tips back, and I realize he’s trying not to come. The metal hits the back of my throat and heat pools in my core, making me hum in pleasure. As I wrap my hand around his cock, I lick the underside, all the way up to the tip, which leaks precome.

His grip tightens in my hair. “Just like that.”

Elias shivers when I twirl my tongue around his shaft. His reactions are so instant, I don’t want to stop. I want to make him feel good. I want to prove to him that this right here, with me, is worth it. That his vow wasn’t for nothing, and he deserves the pleasure he’s deprived himself of for so long.