Loveless (12 page)

“Get inside, Paige. Now.”

Even though a million and four questions whirl through my mind, I walk inside.

As soon as the door closes behind him, he lifts me up into his arms and shoots up the stairs.

I almost drop my briefcase. “What are you doing?”

No answer comes. He stares straight ahead, a man on a mission. Putting me down, he opens the door to my apartment. Same command—”Get inside.” Same expression—vicious.

Once inside my apartment, I have to ask. “Elijah, what’s—”

Stepping inside, he turns and slowly closes the door.

Oh.

Well, that answers part of my question.

Kind of.

Elijah turns to me, his expression somehow darker than before. He takes my briefcase and drops it on the carpeted floor behind him. Right there, in my foyer, he backs me against the wall, looming over me.

Slowly, he removes his dark-gray blazer, also letting it fall on the floor.

My mouth goes dry.

Moving just as slow, he flattens his hands on the wall by my head and leans into me. “What you said in my car before? Bull. Shit.”

Confusion fogs my brain. No, wait. This isn’t confusion. Goddamn that cologne of his. “What are you talking about?”

His knee pushes between my thighs. He slides it up, up, right against my pussy, and straightens to almost his full height.

My feet leave the floor. I gasp and hold onto his shoulders for balance.

One of his hands wrap around my hip, moving me up and down, forcing me to ride his thigh.

My upper body falls against the wall. I grit my teeth to hold back my moan—Elijah pushes into me, pressing his thigh into my clit, letting me feel the heavy length of his cock.

My lips part, and a high-pitched whimper is ripped out of me.

Something primal flashes in his dark eyes. “That’s it baby. Moan for me.”

My mind computes what he’s asking, but pride holds on tight, reminding me what being ignored by him feels like.

Fisting my ponytail, he yanks my head back. Lips against mine, he rasps, “Those moans are mine. You don’t deny me them.” His tongue flicks out, teasing me. When I try to kiss him, he tightens his fist around my hair and keeps me still. “I want you wild. Desperate. Needy.” His thigh grinds into me again. “It’s only fair since I’m losing my fucking mind over you.”

Pride dims, becoming nothing more than a flicker at the back of my mind. Eyes rapt on his lips, I try fighting his hold.

Again, he tightens his fist, denying me his lips. Son of a . . . Glaring up at him, I wrap my hand around his tie and pull.

He doesn’t budge.

I keep on pulling, just for the hell of it. The more he frustrates me, the more I need to frustrate him back!

“What do you want Paige?” he asks, voice silky smooth.

Giving him the satisfaction of an answer grates, but I do so anyway. “Kiss me.”

The same lips I’m dying for curl into a playful, arrogant smirk. “How bad do you want it?”

My ire mounts. I open my mouth to tell him off.

His free hand snakes under my skirt, lifting it up to my waist in one deft move.

Baring me.

When he cups my bare ass, lids going heavy, I can’t help but rock against his thigh with a whimper.

He licks my bottom lip and moves away.

That small flick of his tongue . . . Oh, God. That’s it. I’m gone. Rotating my hips, I stare up into his eyes, silently pleading. I don’t care if he sees how hungry for him I am.

The way he watches me makes my breath hitch. His entire focus is on me, his eyes pitch black with need.

He wants me. His erection is full, heavy, pressed into my lower stomach. The hunger in his expression is unmistakable. And, yet, he refuses to move, his body perfectly still except for the rapid rise and fall of his chest.

“Eli . . .”

“Why are you holding back with me?” He lets go of my ponytail and cups my neck with both hands.

Holding back? What the hell is he talking about? I’m quivering so hard with arousal that I feel like I’m seconds away from taking off into flight!

I’m also so damn horny that I’m not even capable of thinking twice before doing something as stupid as telling him the truth.

“Be-because you misread my reactions.” His thumb caresses my neck and I have to swallow before continuing. “I don’t want anything other than . . .” I trail off at his murderous expression.

“I didn’t distance myself because I thought you were developing feelings for me.” The side of his jaw twitches. There’s more he wants to say. I sense it.

“No?” Staring into his eyes, I try to read him.

“Did it ever occur to you,” he says, leaning closer, “that that might be exactly what I want?”

Excuse me?
My mind races, replaying what he said. Elijah can’t possibly mean . . . I don’t have a chance to ask him.

Tilting his head, he fits his lips over mine.

fourteen

Paige

His tongue sweeps against mine, his moans echoing in the back of his throat. My inner walls tremble with each moan. Each lick. He kisses me until I’m damn well drugged, utterly lost in him.

Arms wrapped around his neck, I rock my hips on his thigh, answering each of his moans with a soft mewl.

“That’s it baby. This is what I need. Move just like that,” he pants between kisses, grinding into me.

Cupping the back of his head with both hands, I suck softly on his firm bottom lip, loving how he jerks against me. In retaliation, he does the same to my upper lip. I arch, my entire body
burning
for him. “Eli, please.”

“Fuck. Love it when you beg.”

I don’t have the time to become embarrassed at the fact that I did, in fact, beg him.

Moving his thigh out of the way, he slides his hand between my legs, cupping my wet core possessively.

A strangled moan echoes in my throat.

Elijah hisses, palming me, his entire hand covering my pussy. “Three days without me and you need it this bad baby?” he whispers, rubbing my soaked thong and lips in soft circles. Just as I feel my cheeks heating up with shame, he groans out, “It’s the same for me. I’m fucking leaking for you.”

My hips slides up and down on his hand.

His middle finger presses into my clit, sliding back and forth.

Whispering his name, I fist his shirt, my nails pressing into his shoulders.

His licks his lips, dragging his teeth along the bottom one, expression taut with hunger. “I’m dying to eat it, Paige. It’s all I think about.” His voice drops even lower. “I’m obsessed with it.”

What is he talking about now?

Elijah moves back and drops to his knees.

Oh.
Oh.
“Eli, wait—”

“Don’t take this from me,” he growls, eyes focused on my pussy.

I throb harder under that stare.

Hooking his index finger around the crotch of my thong, he drags it down my legs slowly.

His hand is shaking as badly as my thighs are.

Swallowing heavily, he tears his eyes away from my pussy and looks up at me. “You have the most beautiful cunt I’ve ever seen.”

He’s spoken dirty to me before, but those words make me swallow back a gasp.

“Eli, what if I don’t . . .” I’m too embarrassed to finish. I’ve heard some women don’t like to be eaten out, that the intimacy is too much.

Elijah swallows nervously this time, hesitating. “I haven’t eaten a woman out in over ten years, but I promise to somehow make it good for you.”

My heart trips over his confession. Ten years? But he’s so hungry for it! How could he wait so long? Behind the vulnerability in his eyes I see his need to taste me simmering deep inside him.

Threading my fingers through his soft, thick hair, I confess, “I’m nervous.”

Smiling, he kisses my thigh, close to my mound, sending another ripple of lust through me. “It’s okay. I am too.” His tongue slides out, teasing my skin, moving closer to my pussy.

I stare, fixated. The sight of his luscious mouth, and slick tongue so close to where I ache makes my hips undulate. An offer. I want his mouth on me
now
.

He licks my mound, the tip of his tongue barely grazing my clit.

A broken sound leaves me.

“Holy fuck.” The soft exhalation hits my moist flesh a second before he presses his mouth fully on me, kissing my clit.

It extends, throbbing toward him. My fingers tighten in his hair, my hands unwittingly bringing him closer.

Whispering my name, eyes sliding closed, he fits his lips right over my core.

Oh, fuck.
My hoarse moan is drowned out by his loud, hungry groan.

Eli sucks on my clit, and his soft lips tug on it. The tip of his tongue flicks me.

I cry out again as the pleasure pierces through me, numbing out my legs, coiling tight inside me.

Distantly, I hear what sounds like his belt being unbuckled. His zipper lowering.

He moans, lapping at my wet slit.

My legs give out.

Eli catches me with his hands around my thighs.

I open my eyes—hadn’t even realized I’d closed them. The wall supports my back; his hold on my thighs keeps me upright despite my desperate trembling. “Please don’t stop.
Please.
”

Expression harsh, he forces my thighs as wide open as he can without causing me to loose my footing. “I fucking need you.”

There’s that look in his eyes again. That dark, hungry determination. I can’t make sense of what it means. Can’t make sense of anything. My entire body’s on fire with the need to come. “Take me. However you want me.
Take me
, Elijah.”

He comes back at me, his gaze holding mine as he licks me.

My hips thrust hungrily, my eyes locked on his mouth against me, wet lips on wet lips.

“Yes,” he urges, voice hoarse. “You taste so fucking good. Move your hips faster.” He sets back in, tonguing me.

Whimpering, I hold him to me, riding his mouth.

His shoulder and arm move, hips flexing.

Is he playing with himself? My eyes roll back and my hips move faster. “Yes, yes,” I breathlessly chant, so close.

“Fuck. You’re making me come,” Eli grunts, sucking my clit again.

My back bows along the wall as I come in a wet rush.

An almost feral sound rumbles out of him. His head snaps back, his body straining beneath me. “Yes. Oh
God
.” His voice breaks as he milks his cock with his large fist.

I watch come pump out of his tip, arcing onto the white carpet. My body hollows out once more, hungry for every drop.

I want him. Now. Deep inside me. Giving me everything he can ever give a woman. I don’t care about how much it will hurt, or if he decides to take me right here against the wall, but it has to happen
now
. “Elijah, fuck me. Please.”

He surges to his feet and lifts me up, wrapping my legs around him.

Heart thundering, I try to press down on his cock.

“No.” Grabbing my ass to hold me still, he moves further into the apartment, eyeing my lips.

When I lean forward, kissing him wantonly, he lets me, but his grip on my ass won’t allow me to move.

“Elijah, fuck me.”

“No.”

I pound my fists on his shoulders. “Damn you! Why not? Just finish this already!”
Put me out of my misery!

“You’re not getting rid of me that easy.”

What?

Eli deposits me on the chaise connected to the sectional couch.

Slapping my hands on the couch beneath me, I sit up, fuming.

He yanks my legs apart and pulls on my thighs, slamming me back onto the couch. “I need more,” he grates, falling back to his knees and lowering his head between my thighs.

“No!” I gasp, even though my body is yearning for more of his mouth.

But even worse, it’s yearning to feel him inside me.

And he keeps denying it to me!

“You don’t get to do anything to me if you don’t plan on having sex with me.” I try to close my legs.

He tightens his hold around my thighs and holds my legs wide open. The look he gives me is one of pure warning—and on anyone else’s face, the intensity behind it would have frightened me.

Instead of fear, red, hot lust pulses in my veins, making my clit and inner walls throb.

Considering he has my thighs in a vice-like grip, he clearly sees it, his eyes eating up the sight of my pussy calling to him. “You’re not taking this from me, Paige. I told you.”

“It’s not fair!” I cry, bracing my elbows on the couch and lifting my upper body as much as the position allows. “I’m dying for you.”

Is that triumph I saw flare in his eyes?

“I’m dying for you, too, baby.” Leaning down, he places a tender kiss to the side of my knee.

Damn my traitorous hips, but they lift off the couch, offering him the very thing I’m trying so hard to deny him. “Then why won’t you take me?”

He lifts his head up slowly, staring up at me from beneath his tensed brow, and his hand slides toward my pussy. “You’re still planning on getting rid of me as soon as we happen?” The tips of his fingers caress the sensitive cleft where my thigh meets my hip. So close to my core.

I shake my head in an effort to clear it. “Wasn’t that our arrangement?”

He skims one of my lower lips lightly with his thumb, almost as if petting me. “What if I want more?”

What. The. Hell?

God, I can’t think when he touches me like that! “What on Earth are you talking about?
Why
would you even say that?” I’m a sure thing. He doesn’t need to lie. Doesn’t need to pretend. I agreed to give him my virginity, no strings attached, so why does he feel like he needs to sweet talk me now?

A sense of unease shoots through my arousal, making me tense. My ex, Sawyer, came after me, flirted with me, dated me, and the whole time, as I eventually found out, he’d been after one thing.

My virginity.

The difference between Sawyer and Elijah? I fell for Sawyer, had believed what we had was
real
.

With Elijah, I’ve known from day one where I stand, what it’s all about. I went in knowing the facts, and had decided based on them.

Now he wants to lie to me, tell me he wants more?

He’s watching me, those calculating eyes taking in my reaction.

Until I tense with dismay. Jaw twitching, he drags me back to him, bending to kiss my pussy.

Of its own volition, my body reacts to that kiss, pushing past the thoughts in my head and refocusing on the hunger he causes in me.

“You made me come all over your carpet. That’s how good you taste. I need more.” He runs the tip of his tongue from my entrance to my clit.

My eyes slide closed, hips lifting up to meet his mouth.

He drags me down the couch, lifts me up, and flips me over onto my stomach.

The light impact and the shock leave me breathless. I try to push myself up to look over my shoulder. “Eli, what are you doing?”

Silent, he pushes me back down unto the couch and forces my skirt even higher on my waist. His hands slap down on my ass cheeks. Squeezing them hard, he spreads me wide for his gaze.

A gasp leaves me. I’m spread lewdly. My pussy and my hole contract on instinct. Eli’s thumb slides down my crack then back up again, pausing to caress the sensitive opening. “Eli!” I cry out, even as my pussy gushes because of how good it feels.

“Oh, yeah. That’s what I want.” He removes his finger from me and I can’t believe the crazy urge I have to yell at him to play with my ass some more. His hands caress my cheeks softly, pushing them together and then opening me once more.

My face is burning with embarrassment, and yet it takes all my will power not to beg him for more.

He pulls my cheeks farther apart and takes a moment to just stare at my throbbing ass and pussy.

I mewl softly under my breath, heart racing.

Eli shifts behind me. A second later, I feel a wet sensation sliding along my open crack, down to my hole. He hums in the back of his throat, circling it with his tongue.

Toe-curling, electric pleasure shoots from my ass to my pussy, robbing my voice. My clit swells unbearably.

The tip of Eli’s tongue presses against the tight opening of my ass, and that minor penetration is enough to almost make me shoot off the couch. He takes his tongue away from me, leaving me a throbbing, soaking mess.

Clawing the couch, I rock my hips and try to grind my clit into it. It doesn’t take long for my movements to become frantic. My hard nipples rub long the fabric with each slide. Eli chuckles behind me, holding my ass wide open, uncaring of the small, incoherent cries leaving my lips.

“That turns you on as much as it does to me, doesn’t it?” He asks me in a silky whisper.

“More,” I whisper, hips moving in circles, offering my ass to him in the most shameless way possible. “Please.”

His fingers dig into my ass, squeezing so hard I
know
he’s going to leave bruises behind.

And I love it. I fucking love all of this. The dirty, crazy feeling of needing his tongue back in my ass. The way my clit and pussy respond to each lick. The need I suddenly have for him to penetrate both my ass and pussy at the same time.

“You’re fucking perfect,” he growls, leaning back in and tonguing my ass roughly.

“Oh God. Oh God. I can’t—inside me. Please.
Inside
.”

He doesn’t listen to me, teasing my hole with alternating hard and soft licks.

It feels so good. Doesn’t matter if he fucks me with his tongue or not. My nipples rub into the couch. So does my clit. One more lick and I’m coming. Oh God, I’m coming.