Sometime in the wee hours of the morning, Elli opened her eyes and rolled to her side. The room was quiet, so quiet she knew Dane must not be sleeping either.
“Are you awake?”
He cleared his throat. “Yeah.” His deep, groggy voice cut through the eerie silence. She shuddered under the blankets.
“Are you cold?” He rolled over and faced her, so close his warm breath tickled her nose. It hit her right that second that she wanted to kiss him.
The idea of going through with it both terrified and excited her. He wasn’t a stranger, yet she didn’t want to get any closer. They lived very different lives, and hers just happened to be on the right side of the law.
Ten years ago they’d had a brief and passionate love affair. Both knew nothing would amount to it, but the sex was fantastic. Just thinking about it made her thighs clench and her nipples tighten, especially knowing his big, hard body was mere inches from hers. She knew what was beside her. Knew every dangerous, hard detail.
Without trying to be too obvious, she inched closer and yawned, stretching her arms above her head. His sleepy groan made something ignite inside her. Yes, she wanted him right now — needed to be filled in a way no other man could do.
“Do you ever think about before?”
His sigh sounded more like a groan. “Yeah. Why?”
She was glad for the darkness so he couldn’t see the hot color on her cheeks. “Just wondering.”
He chuckled, and she pursed her lips. But before she turned her back to him, wanting to ignore him and keep some semblance of her dignity intact, he reached out and stroked her ribcage then worked his way to her breast. His boldness to touch her like that, without asking for permission, was a terrible turn on.
“Come out with it, woman.”
She sighed. “I’m horny.”
He chuckled again, but when his fingers tweaked her already hard nipple, she sucked in a sharp breath. “I’m a big girl, but I haven’t been with a man in a long time, Dane.”
“Six months and three days.”
“That’s pretty precise.”
She dared to say the truth, knowing Dane would never think the worst of her. “I don’t need to be pampered, I just want to be fucked, okay?”
“Say no more,” he murmured and slid his hand under her pajamas.
Elli moaned and shuddered under the blankets as Dane caressed her breasts, palming them ever so gently yet with a hint of possession. Like a man who knew her exact pressure points. With torturous slowness, he massaged down to her navel, and lower, until he reached the apex of her trembling thighs. Boldly, he circled her aroused clit with his thumb and slid his middle finger back and forth between her wet lips.
Tingling with suppressed need, Elli slid her hand down the ripped planes of his stomach and gripped his hard cock.