in the form of another enduring kiss. My fingers run through his thick hair and soak in the passion we have at this moment. He whispers my name again. “Yes?” It comes out only as a breath in his ear. “We should what?” I say, gently biting his ear. I’m still lost in him, pressed hard against his body. His warmth is telling me that everything is right. I lead him by the hand toward the bedroom.
He follows, being dragged for a step before moving in quickly to lift me in his arms. Crashing against my lips, he smothers me with hungry kisses as he carries me into the bedroom. He lays me carefully down on the bed. His muscles are rippling under his unbuttoned shirt, the glory of his finely chiseled body peeking out, taunting me to rake my hands over him. His hair is brushing against his eyes, unruly from me running my fingers through it.
He lies down beside me, his fingers ambling along my belly, lifting my shirt, our lips never parting. He whispers, “Shay, I love you.”
His voice sends an incredible heat dancing down my spine and through my body. I feel so overwhelmed with emotion, and it isn’t just the heat between us. I really do love Eli.
His hand slides around, unhooking my bra and then pulling my skirt down over my hips in one smooth motion, leaving me only in my black lace panties. His eyes devour my form, his hands gently trace the contours of my waist, down over my hip. He gives my undies a gentle tug and looks up at me as if asking for permission. His ocean blue eyes are intense and bedeviled with wanting, begging for my approval.
My fingertips glide down his chest to just below his belly button, running along the inside band of his boxers. I undo his pants. He releases an involuntary moan in my ear while my hand slides downward. I smile from the inside out. The passion that has been held hostage deep within me is released. I haven’t experienced desire like this for months, and now I am completely consumed by my need to be with him. “God, I missed you.” I hold his stare for a moment, lost in him.
In the great room Rex is going crazy; we can barely hear the wild banging on the door over his barking, and my cell phone rings.
“Chinese food.” Eli gets up to answer the door and I pull my cell phone from my pocket.
Aiden.
Chapter Eleven
Old Friends
Eli
I hurry across the great room to the foyer, holding my pants up. Why did I have to order Chinese food? I should have just thrown a frozen pizza in the oven and let the fucker burn. I have to stop and wait a minute before I open the door to avoid greeting Ping looking like I stuffed a pagoda down my pants. “Jesus Rex, hush.”
Between the banging on the door and Rex’s barking, my “pagoda problem” disappears pretty quickly. Deciding I’m in the clear, I open the door to find a visibly irritated Aiden. Fucking master of the cock-block, he holds up the box of coffee and slides his phone into his jeans. I’d like to shove that coffee up his ass.
I have to get rid of him. “Aiden, she’s resting right now, it’s not a good time.” I put my arm across the door so he can’t come in the house and block Rex from going out with my leg.
“Resting?” He eyes my unbuttoned shirt and pants. “Decided she needed to be tired out first?”
He’s pissing me off, but I know him all too well and I know damn well he’s not leaving. The last thing Shay needs right now is Aiden and I getting into it. “Give me a second to put him up.” I close and lock the door and command Rex to follow me into the bedroom.
When I open the door I catch sight of Shay lying on her side, her beautiful curves accentuated by those hot as hell panties. I fucking hate Aiden.
I move in closer, noticing her eyes are closed, her breathing rhythmic. She looks so peaceful sleeping. The tension releases from my shoulders seeing her so calm. I pull the comforter up around her and gently kiss her forehead. Rex jumps on the bed as I close the door.
Aiden is already
He follows, being dragged for a step before moving in quickly to lift me in his arms. Crashing against my lips, he smothers me with hungry kisses as he carries me into the bedroom. He lays me carefully down on the bed. His muscles are rippling under his unbuttoned shirt, the glory of his finely chiseled body peeking out, taunting me to rake my hands over him. His hair is brushing against his eyes, unruly from me running my fingers through it.
He lies down beside me, his fingers ambling along my belly, lifting my shirt, our lips never parting. He whispers, “Shay, I love you.”
His voice sends an incredible heat dancing down my spine and through my body. I feel so overwhelmed with emotion, and it isn’t just the heat between us. I really do love Eli.
His hand slides around, unhooking my bra and then pulling my skirt down over my hips in one smooth motion, leaving me only in my black lace panties. His eyes devour my form, his hands gently trace the contours of my waist, down over my hip. He gives my undies a gentle tug and looks up at me as if asking for permission. His ocean blue eyes are intense and bedeviled with wanting, begging for my approval.
My fingertips glide down his chest to just below his belly button, running along the inside band of his boxers. I undo his pants. He releases an involuntary moan in my ear while my hand slides downward. I smile from the inside out. The passion that has been held hostage deep within me is released. I haven’t experienced desire like this for months, and now I am completely consumed by my need to be with him. “God, I missed you.” I hold his stare for a moment, lost in him.
In the great room Rex is going crazy; we can barely hear the wild banging on the door over his barking, and my cell phone rings.
“Chinese food.” Eli gets up to answer the door and I pull my cell phone from my pocket.
Aiden.
Chapter Eleven
Old Friends
Eli
I hurry across the great room to the foyer, holding my pants up. Why did I have to order Chinese food? I should have just thrown a frozen pizza in the oven and let the fucker burn. I have to stop and wait a minute before I open the door to avoid greeting Ping looking like I stuffed a pagoda down my pants. “Jesus Rex, hush.”
Between the banging on the door and Rex’s barking, my “pagoda problem” disappears pretty quickly. Deciding I’m in the clear, I open the door to find a visibly irritated Aiden. Fucking master of the cock-block, he holds up the box of coffee and slides his phone into his jeans. I’d like to shove that coffee up his ass.
I have to get rid of him. “Aiden, she’s resting right now, it’s not a good time.” I put my arm across the door so he can’t come in the house and block Rex from going out with my leg.
“Resting?” He eyes my unbuttoned shirt and pants. “Decided she needed to be tired out first?”
He’s pissing me off, but I know him all too well and I know damn well he’s not leaving. The last thing Shay needs right now is Aiden and I getting into it. “Give me a second to put him up.” I close and lock the door and command Rex to follow me into the bedroom.
When I open the door I catch sight of Shay lying on her side, her beautiful curves accentuated by those hot as hell panties. I fucking hate Aiden.
I move in closer, noticing her eyes are closed, her breathing rhythmic. She looks so peaceful sleeping. The tension releases from my shoulders seeing her so calm. I pull the comforter up around her and gently kiss her forehead. Rex jumps on the bed as I close the door.
Aiden is already
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