“Plunger,” he hisses. He adds another strong finger at piston pace with a twist at the end, and I begin to shudder.
Yessss . . . this is good.
It’s embarrassing how quickly this man can make me come.
I grab his head in my hands and kiss him with everything that I have. “You better deliver that coffee right now, before I spill it on the floor.”
“Fucking hold it,” he whispers against my lips. “This cup, I’m drinking.”
I struggle to control my breathing, my arousal at fever pitch.
He scoops me off the countertop and carries me up the stairs; he’s so strong, and I cling to him for dear life. He marches down the hall and kicks open the door, and in one sharp movement he takes my dress off over my head.
I stand before him in my black strapless bra and panties, and he smiles as his eyes drop down to my toes. When they rise to meet mine, they’re blazing with desire.
He undoes my bra and throws it to the side, and then slides my panties down my legs and kisses my sex before he rises.
“Get on my bed and spread your legs for me,” he whispers darkly, his fists clenched at his sides.
I’ve never been with such a sexual creature. Never wanted to please someone so much.
I lie on the bed and, feeling brave, I spread my legs.
His eyes roam over me and I feel the heat of his gaze as it sears my skin, then he tears his shirt over his head and in slow motion undoes his jeans and pulls them to the ground.
The air leaves my lungs. Holy fuck.
His skin is olive, his chest is broad with a scattering of dark hair, his stomach is lean and ripped. My eyes drop lower.
He’s big . . . really big.
This is the best fucking coffee shop that I ever saw.
I swallow the lump in my throat as my nerves begin to thump.
Our eyes meet and his face breaks into a breathtakingly beautiful smile. “Hi,” he whispers softly.
My heart somersaults in my chest. “Hi.”
“I’m naked with Kate Landon.”
I laugh out loud, this is crazy. “What’s happening?”
He smiles darkly and drops his head to between my legs, as he lies down and makes himself comfortable. “I don’t know, but I like it.” His thick tongue swipes through my sex and I nearly jump from the bed. He holds my thighs open as he licks me and his eyes close in pleasure. “So good,” he murmurs to himself.
I watch him, in a detached state, somewhere between heaven and hell. My hands go to his hair and I run my fingers through it: it’s thick and feels curly to the touch.
He gets rougher and his two-day growth begins to tingle my skin; he licks deeper and deeper and then he’s all in, his whole face rubbing me.
My back begins to arch from the bed. “Ell . . . Oh God.” I throw my head back in pleasure. “Get up here. Get up here. Get up here,” I begin to chant. “Now.” I sit up and pull his face by the hair up to meet me. “Elliot, now!”
We stare at each other, my arousal glistening on his big, beautiful lips.
Just like I used to imagine.
Without a word he pushes me back to the mattress and spreads my legs, rolls a condom on, and kneels over me. He lifts my foot up and kisses it and then puts it over his shoulder. He kisses my other foot and puts it over his other shoulder.
In this position, I’m completely at his mercy.
We stare at each other and then he drags his tip through the lips of my sex, back and forth, back and forth.