Chapter 152

“You should go to sleep, Katrinetta,” Eli said, beginning to unpin her hair.

“I shall have you in my bed for the first time, and you are suggesting we simply go to sleep?” She didn’t pull her head away from his chest to ask her question, nor did she open her eyes.

“I am. If anyone knows how tired you are, it’s me. There will be plenty of opportunities for... other things. Besides, if your mother asks you if I pleasured you tonight after she specifically told you to invite Jate, she’ll be furious.”

Kit looked up at him, finding a way to pry her eyes open. “Isn’t that no longer my concern? I was under the impression I was no longer worried about what did or did not infuriate my mother.”

He leaned down and kissed the tip of her nose. “While I would agree with that, I see no point in irritating her just for the sake of irritating her.”

“And is that all pleasuring me tonight would accomplish?” she countered.

Eli studied her face for a moment, and then, without a word, he swept his arm beneath her knees and picked her up off of the ground, carrying her through the bedroom door, kicking it closed behind him. He only paused for a moment to lock it before he carried her to the bed and deposited her on top of the mattress.

Kit stared up at him in wonder but said nothing. His lips were on hers just as quickly as he had literally swept her off of her feet, and he was making short work of the laces in the back of her gown as she kicked her shoes off and reached for his jerkin. The clothing came off much more quickly than it had been put on, and when Eli stood naked before her for the first time, Kit couldn’t help but take him in.

She’d seen his sculpted chest before, his arm muscles taut and rippled, even his abdomen which displayed all six of the muscles, each clearly defined. But she’d never seen him without his trousers on, and she was lucky to have a fine view of his rear end in her mirror. Every inch of him was a well-chiseled machine built for speed and power, and as she stared at him in wonder, the ache between her legs began to grow.

His cock was rock hard and ready for her, but he stood there beside the bed drinking her in as well. He’d seen her naked before, in the basement of his family home, but now she let him take his time, let his eyes work their way up her. Somehow, he seemed even more erect when his eyes reached her breasts, and when Kit could hardly contain herself anymore, he took a step forward.

Eli paused at the nightstand to find a sheath and work it on quickly without taking his eyes off of her, and then he was next to her on the bed, one arm wrapped around her back. Kit brought her hand up to his face, ran her fingertips across his cheek, her hips lifting of their own accord, but he seemed content to keep a slow pace. He leaned down and planted a soft kiss on her lips, followed by another, each increasing with intensity until his tongue parted her lips and she tasted him. Wanting more, her hand went to the back of his head, and she opened wider, her tongue gliding off of his as his hands began to work their way down her body.

He was taking his time, running his fingertips down every surface of her skin and igniting her on fire with each caress. He gently stroked each breast, bringing the peaks to life before moving on, down her flat stomach, curving around to her hips and bottom before sliding down each leg to her knees. When he worked his way back up, his hand glided up her thighs, leaving sparks wherever he touched.

She thought he’d press his fingers inside of her next, and she longed to feel him there, but he didn’t. Despite his careful nature and slowed pace, he was ready to enter her. When Kit felt him shift on top of her, she opened her eyes slightly but then closed them so she could concentrate on every sensual touch, spreading her legs and wrapping her knees around his hips.

Eli continued to take his time, finding her mouth with his as he slowly worked his way inside of her. Kit inhaled deeply, breathing him in and focusing on the feeling of his weight on her body, the way his skin brushed against hers as he slid up and down, in and out of her. She ran her fingernails down his back as his mouth moved to her neck and then enveloped him, raising her hips to meet him with each thrust. He was slow and deliberate, moving into her more deeply by the moment until Kit felt as if they were one, that she had completely consumed him. Every fiber of her soul was alight with the feel of him, and each time they breathed together, with every fragment of movement, his light seeped into her until there was no way to distinguish where he ended and she began.

When they came, it was together, with his lips locked on hers, and her arms and legs both wrapped tightly around him. Inhaling, exhaling as one, hearts beating to the same pulse, each movement in perfect syncopation until Kit found herself completely lost in the oblivion of this man she’d loved for all of her days.

Fully spent, Eli moved off of her. There was no need for words or declarations. Kit wound her way into the crook of his side and put the complications of the day behind her, unwilling to give them so much as one last fleeting thought. Soon, she found herself falling fast asleep confident that she was secure in the arms of a man who loved her more than anything else in the world.