She was breathtaking. A fever dream.Mine.
Adrenaline surged through me like lightning, clouding every rational thought. I was high on her—on the idea of her, bare and desperate beneath my hands. I wasn’t usually a selfish man, but with Ellie, I wanted it all. Ineededit all.
When I pulled her from the wall, she jumped, legs wrapping tightly around my waist. Her fingers tangled in my hair, tugging so hard a jolt of pain shot through me, and God, Ilikedit. A groan tore from my throat and vibrated against her mouth.
She moaned in response—soft, aching—and I would’ve sold my soul to hear that sound again.
We stumbled into my room, the door slamming shut behind us like a seal on everything we were about to become. My room, my bed, was our haven now. A sacred space where I could worship every inch of her the way she deserved.
She slid to the ground, feet landing on the hardwood with a soft thud. Through tangled hands and racing hearts, we fumbled our way to the bed. I stepped back just enough to look at her, really look at her. And in that moment, I was gone.
The version of me I carried around every day, the calm, collected Logan, wasn’t here anymore. What remained was wild. Raw.
“El,” I said, voice thick with everything I felt for her. I reached out, trailing a single finger down the curve of her neck, gliding across her shoulder in a path so slow it made her skin pebble.
“Yes?” she breathed. Her eyes flicked down, catching the hard line of my cock pressing against the zipper of my jeans. I watched as her gaze widened, her lips parting slightly when she took in the length of me.
I reached down, palming myself with a groan I couldn’t hold back. My body was strung tight—too tight.
“I need to know,” I said, the words gravel in my throat. “To make sure you’re okay with this.”
“I am.” There wasn’t a shred of hesitation in her voice.
She reached out, dragging one teasing finger over my cock through the denim. It jumped under her touch, and I swore my skin caught fire.
“Good,” I rasped. “Because I can’t stop now.”
“I don’t want you to,” she whispered, then reached behind her and unhooked her bra. It fell to the floor with a soft thud and she stood before me, fucking beautiful.
Her breasts were perfect. Round, full, and mine to explore.
“Jesus,” I muttered, voice reverent.
She was a masterpiece. Every inch of her, more stunning than the last.
And I couldn’t wait to taste her.
No more time could be wasted.
I stepped toward her, towering over her smaller frame, and gently tilted her chin up between my fingers. Her breath caught.
“Get on the bed.”
Ellie obeyed without question, climbing on and lying back, her legs dangling over the edge in invitation. I stepped between them and reached out to cup her breasts in both hands. Full, warm, and perfect. Her nipples were already stiff, brushing against my calloused palms as I gave them a squeeze. When I pulled back, I pinched both tips between my fingers, tugging just enough to make her gasp.
She yelped in pleasure, hips twitching toward me.
I trailed my hand down her stomach, teasing her inch by inch. She shivered beneath my touch, her body arching with anticipation as I finally reached the waistband of her jeans.
Ellie groaned, frustration etched into every sharp breath. My deliberate slowness was clearly driving her wild.
I smirked.Good.
With one hand, I popped open her button while the other pressed gently on her waist, holding her in place. I slid my hand beneath the denim, down the front of her panties, and found what I already knew would be waiting for me.
Soaked. Hot. Ready.
I let out a low, satisfied chuckle. “Oh, Ace…” I murmured, withdrawing my hand. “You have no idea what a tease you are.”