She fell into me as she laughed, and I pulled her closer, slipping my hand under the hem of her top to feel the warm skin along her spine.
“Elliot,” she breathed.
“Come here, sweetheart.” I scooted down lower and turned to my side, bringing us face to face. “I like looking at you.”
“Why?”
“You know you’re gorgeous.”
The shine in her eyes brightened. “You think so?”
“Mmm. I didn’t look at you for a long time, but I’ve always been aware of how strikingly beautiful you are. It was so fucking maddening.”
She sucked in a quivering breath. “I was always aware of how beautiful you are too. Fortunately for me, you were an immense asshole most of the time, so I was able to resist throwing myself at you.”
“I was an asshole being driven mad by my assistant’s mere existence.”
“Elliot…I was hugely pregnant for months.”
Reaching around her, I gripped her ass and tugged her pelvis into mine. “And sexy as hell.”
She burst out laughing. “What? No…”
“Yeah. Don’t you get it, sweetheart? You’re sexy in any form.”
Her eyes fluttered closed, but her smile remained. “You are too.”
I covered her smiling lips with mine, groaning from the relief of finally getting to kiss her again and hold her in my arms. At first, all we did was kiss slowly, teasing tastes and nipping bites. She was pliant against me, so soft and warm, like melted chocolate.
I’d never had this. The attraction I felt for her was next level, but it wasn’t just that. I could have resisted something solely physical. Catherine was the light at the end of a tunnel. A fire on a cold day. Clothes fresh from the dryer. The winning shot in overtime. The first crack of fireworks on the Fourth of July. She made me nostalgic for something I’d never had. A gut-deep pull to be near her, touch her, take care of her, treasure her.
My fingers trailed over the smooth skin at her waist, pushing her top up in the back as I traveled. She wiggled closer, pressing herself firmly to my chest, and dug her fingers into my hair.
Lips parting, she allowed my entry. Our tongues slid along one another’s, still slow but deep. So deep. Her air became mine, and I gave all mine to her.
Raking her nails lightly down my nape, she dipped her hands under the collar of my T-shirt, exploring my shoulders and upper back. I had to stop kissing her so I could concentrate on the feeling of her touching me like this.
“Do you want this off?” I asked.
She nodded, shifting to tug on my shirt. “Please. I want your skin on mine.”
Pushing up on my elbow, I yanked my T-shirt off. Her palms were drawn to my chest like magnets, sliding along my width then down to my abdomen. Her tongue darted out, wetting her upper lip, and it was all I could do not to flip her over and rut against her. This woman…dear god, she was killing me, and we’d barely started.
I fingered the thin straps of her top. “Can I take this off?”
She was slower to nod, reluctance coloring her cheeks. “Okay.”
My brows drew together as I frowned. “We don’t have to do anything you don’t want.”
She reached up, smoothing the line between my eyebrows. “I want to. I’m just nervous. But I trust you, Elliot.”
“You should.” I gathered the material of her shirt, pulling it up carefully, giving her time to change her mind. When she didn’t, I slipped it over her head and tossed it to the side. “I’m going to take care of you, sweetheart.”
“I know.” Hooking her thumbs in her shorts, she slid them down her legs and dropped them to the floor, leaving her in black panties and her little lacy bralette.
I lowered my head to her neck, groaning as I palmed her breast. There was a small wet spot on her bra, and feeling it almost undid me. My cock throbbed in my pants, aching to be buried in her hot cunt, and my mouth watered to get another taste of her.
She latched on to my shoulders, digging her nails into my taut muscles as I kissed along her chest and the edge of the lace. When I tugged the lace down, she gasped and arched toward me. Taking her offering, I covered her beaded nipple with my mouth, circling it with my tongue. I was greeted with her sugary milk and the flavor of her skin. Growling, I sucked on her and kneaded her other breast, warring with myself to remain gentle when she’d turned me feral.
Her breasts weren’t the only place I needed to taste her. As I moved down her torso, she tugged her panties off, and her legs fell open for me, giving me another offering. In no mood to tease either of us, I went to work, laving her slick lips and pumping a finger into her opening.