Taste (Cloverleigh Farms, #7)(37)

“Yes.” But she took my wrist and moved my hand over her breast. “I have so many reasons why this should not happen.”

“Such as?” I played with the hard peaks of her nipples.

“We’ve known each other too long.” Her hand snaked back and brushed over my hip.

“Definitely.”

“We don’t get along.” She slipped her hand between us.

“Nope.” My eyes closed as her fingers wrapped around my erection, which grew thicker in her grasp.

“We’re total opposites.”

“Well, you know what they say about opposites.” Heat prickled all over my skin as she worked her hand up and down my shaft.

“If I give in to you again, you’ll hold it over me for the rest of my life. You’ll remind me constantly that I couldn’t resist you, and then I’m just like every other girl you’ve ever been with.”

“Ellie, for God’s sake.” With my palm still covering her breast, I kissed my way down the curve of her neck to her shoulder. “You’re nothing like any girl I’ve ever been with. And I don’t want you to give in just because I wore down your resistance.”

“No?” Her breath was coming faster.

“No. I want you to give in because it’s what you want. Because it will feel good. Because even though we’re total opposites and not friends and I love giving you a hard time, you know I will always have your back.” I tugged her shoulder, rolling her toward me so we were face to face. “Our history might not be perfect, but it goes back a long way.”

“It does,” she whispered.

I pushed her hair off her forehead. “And you matter to me.”

“Okay. That’s enough.” She looped her arms around my back and hauled me on top of her.

“Enough what?”

“Convincing. Our hall pass is good for one more blizzard bang, but that’s it!”

“Works for me.” Kneeling between her legs, I lifted the T-shirt over her head, eager to get on with things before she changed her mind. “Should I go get the condom?”

“Gianni.” She sat up and ran her hands up my arms, over my shoulders, and into my hair. “Slow. Down.”

I grinned and pulled her onto my lap, my cock trapped between us. “Good girl.”

Straddling my thighs, she rocked her hips above me, sliding her warm, wet pussy over my thick, hard cock. She moaned softly, her hands in my hair, her tongue in my mouth, her breasts pressing against my chest. I put my hands on her perfect ass, and held her tight to my hips. It took all my strength not to come as she moved on me.

When I begged her to stop for a second, she laughed and kissed my jaw and throat before whispering in my ear, “What’s the matter, Gianni? Too hot to handle?”

Growling, I flipped her onto her back, and she squealed. “Yes. Yes, this is fucking too hot to handle. I need to put that condom on before I lose my mind or lose control and come all over my own stomach.” I hopped out of bed. “And then it will be you that makes fun of me for the rest of our lives.”

“Maybe.” She giggled, rolling to her side and watching as I blindly felt in my bag for the condom. “Doesn’t mean I wouldn’t like it.”

I looked over at her. “Now you’re just talking crazy.”

“Hey, you’re the one who told me to say what I’d like in bed, and now you’re judging me for it.”

“I’m not judging you.” My fingers closed around the condom and I stood up, tore the wrapper with my teeth and rolled it on. “You just keep surprising me is all.”

“In a good way?”

“Definitely.” I took a running leap back onto the mattress. “Have I mentioned how glad I am that the rooms at the Pineview Motel only have one bed?”

She laughed. “I can’t say I’m sorry either.”

“Look at us agreeing on something.” Taking her by the arm, I pulled her onto my lap again. “Now where were we?”

“You were there.” Ellie straddled my thighs again, taking my cock in her hand and giving it a few tight pumps with her fist before positioning it beneath her. “And I was right about here.”

I held my breath as she slowly lowered herself onto me one hot, wet inch at a time, pausing occasionally to move up and down as she eased my hard length inside her. Her fingers clung to my shoulders. Her eyes fluttered closed. Her mouth fell open. When her ass finally rested on my legs, she exhaled slowly and opened her eyes.

My cock throbbed once inside her. Her lips curved into a wicked smile.

“Not. Yet,” she whispered as she began to move. “You have to wait for me.”

“Oh fuck. I want to,” I said, my voice cracking. “I really want to.” I put my hands on her hips but took them off her skin immediately. “God, I can’t touch you. I’m not sure I can even look at you.”

She laughed, grinding against me. “Okay, then just close your eyes and let me have my way with you.”

But it didn’t matter whether my eyes were open or closed, whether my hands were on her skin or fisting the blankets, whether I held my breath or inhaled the intoxicating scent of her hair. I was completely lost to the sensation of being inside her as her hips circled and swiveled, to the idea that she was using me for her own pleasure, to the insane realization that this wasn’t a fantasy—she was actually here in this room, in this bed, riding my cock like she’d never felt anything this good.