Elemental Enchantment by Bronwyn Green Page A

instantly, she shattered around him, and the pleasure that had been skating along his spine pooled at the small of his back before exploding though his body in a white-hot rush as he thrust into her impossibly tight pussy.
    Finally, the tremors slowed and eventually stopped. He kept his hand where it was, gently stroking her as he waited for her to open her eyes. It took a while, but she slowly blinked them open as if waking from a particularly satisfying dream. Wanting to remember this moment, he couldn’t bring himself to look away. Eventually he had to. He didn’t want to be that creepy guy she never wanted to see again.
    Eli rolled to the side of the bed and disposed of his condom before moving back to gather Meaghan in his arms. She knew she should just get up now, get dressed and take off, but she couldn’t bring herself to leave the warmth of his embrace. She’d go…just not yet. Instead, she scooted closer and laid her head on his chest. He stroked her hair, and she listened to the sound of his heartbeat slow and return to its usual rhythm. Frowning, she couldn’t remember the last time she’d felt so content. Didn’t it just figure it was all due to a guy she couldn’t have?
    “What are you thinking so hard about?” His voice rumbled through her head.
    She trailed her fingers through the sprinkling of light brown hair that covered his chest. “Who says I’m thinking?”
    “I can practically hear the whirring of gears.” He briefly rubbed her scalp with his fingertips.
    “I’m thinking you should do that again, but use two hands this time?”
    He chuckled but complied, gently massaging her head with the pads of his fingers, dragging a contented moan from her lips. Sliding his hands through her hair, he worked the area at the base of her neck, and she melted against him with loud groan.
    “It’s nice to be appreciated.” She heard the smile in his voice.
    “You keep doing that, and I’ll keep appreciating,” she said on a yawn. She needed to stay awake—at least until he drifted off. Sneaking out would be easier if she didn’t have to wake from a dead sleep to do it.
    His hands slowed in her hair, and one eventually dropped to the mattress. She waited a few more minutes to be safe then started to ease away from him. The hand that was still in her hair tightened briefly, and he stirred. “Where are you going?”
    She pressed a kiss to his chest. “Just to the bathroom.”
    “Hurry back,” he murmured.
    She made a noise. It might have sounded like consent since he relaxed and let his fingers slip from her head. Trying not to jostle him, she slid from the bed then looked back at him. His eyes were closed, and his breathing had deepened considerably. He looked as if he were just about asleep. The sheet draped low over his hips, and the bedside lamp spread a warm glow across his body that made her want to crawl back into bed with him. Instead, she scooped up her dress and ducked into the bathroom.
    Meaghan slipped her dress over her head, contorting until she could close the zipper. Frowning at her reflection in the mirror, she tried to smooth down her extreme case of bed head. There was nothing to be done for the whisker burns on her neck and cleavage. She looked as if she’d been doing exactly what she’d been doing. She straightened her shoulders. Who cared? She was a grown ass woman, and it wasn’t as if sex was anything to be ashamed of.
    She stayed in the bathroom for a few more minutes, hoping Eli was asleep before finally sticking her head around the corner. He’d shifted, and the sheet had crept lower, revealing the swirls of the darker blond hair that trailed from his navel downward. As much as she wanted to be long gone before he woke up, she couldn’t quite bring herself to leave him yet.
    Her hair would comb out and her whisker burns would fade. She wanted something more tangible to remember this night—something to remember Eli by.
    Before she talked herself out of it, she