Fairytale Come Alive (Ghosts and Reincarnation #4)(95)

Her exuberance was intoxicating, so much so he decided the night was over.

His other arm circled her and he brought her closer.

“Finish your drink, Elle,” he ordered.

Her hands came to rest on his shoulders, her head tipped to the side and she asked, “Why?”

“Because it’s time to go home.”

She rested her body against his, her br**sts pressed against his chest, her face close enough to kiss and she asked, “It is?”

God, she was cute.

“Definitely,” he said firmly.

Her eyes moved over his face then they warmed as her body relaxed into his.

Then she whispered, “Okay.”

She pulled away and turned, announcing to Annie and Dougal as she reached for her drink, “Prentice says it’s time to go home.”

“I bet he does,” Annie mumbled through a chuckle.

“Dougal says it’s time to go home, too,” Dougal declared as he curled Annie closer.

Annie tilted her head back and looked at her new husband.

Then she murmured, “Mm.”

Prentice watched his friend touch his mouth to his wife’s.

Then he watched his friend’s eyes turn to catch his.

That was when Prentice realized life’s path took him and Dougal full circle, through a lot of beautiful landscape with a side trip to hell (for Prentice) and just a lot of wandering through hell (for Dougal).

But, in the end, that path led home.

Elle finished her drink, they climbed in Harry’s taxi and Harry took them home.

He walked through the great room, turning off the lamp by the couch on his way, and went into the kitchen. He came up behind Elle who was raiding the cookie jar and circled her waist, his hand sliding across her belly as he pressed against her back, feeling her ass against his thighs and liking it.

“You want a cookie?” Elle asked, mouth full, her neck twisting so she could look at him.

“No,” he replied.

He loved her cookies, he’d never tasted better.

But, at that moment, his mouth went someplace his tongue preferred to taste.

And as he ran it the length of her neck from the join of her shoulder to her ear, his body absorbed her tremble.

“We’re not ha**ng s*x tonight,” she declared in a breathy voice.

There it was, the ridiculous decision.

“We’re no’?” he asked her neck as his hand slid up her midriff.

“No. No more sex,” she replied, her voice even breathier.

“Why no’?” he asked before he nipped her earlobe with his teeth.

Another tremble.

He grinned against her ear.

“It’s confusing.” Now her voice was a whisper.

“Confusing who?” he murmured in her ear as his hand reached her breast and his fingers curled around it.

“Confusing…” she started and then sucked in breath when his thumb slid across her nipple.

No tremble this time. Instead, he took her body weight and had to slide his other arm along her waist to keep her standing.

“Elle?” Prentice prompted in her ear, “Confusing who?”

His finger joined his thumb and he rolled her taut nipple between the two.

Her upper body reared into his.

God, he loved how responsive she was.

“Wh… what?” she stammered, very breathy this time.

He was enjoying this.

He braced her weight with his body and his other hand undid the belt of her jeans. Then he undid the button. Then he slid down the zip.

All the while he did this, he reminded her, “You said it’s confusing. I’d like to know what’s confusing.”

His hand left her breast but went under her shirt.

“Um…” she replied, hesitated then her head fell back to his shoulder as his fingers pulled her bra down and he found her nipple again at the same time the fingers of his other hand found her wetness.

So wet.

So responsive.

Yes, he loved that about her.

“Baby?” he prompted her again for her answer.

Her h*ps ground down on his hand.

He smiled against her ear again.

“The children,” she whispered.

“If they wake, I’ll hear them.”

“You’re sure?”

“Relax,” he coaxed.

The fingers of his hands moved.

She relaxed.

Completely.

Except her h*ps moved against his hand.

“Pren,” she breathed, her neck and torso twisting toward him.

She wanted his mouth.

“Elle, baby, I’ll no’ kiss you.”

Her hand encouragingly cupped his at her breast over the fabric of her t-shirt as her h*ps rocked against his fingers.

“I want you to kiss me,” she whispered between breaths coming fast.

He liked that she wanted that.

And he’d give her what she wanted.

Just later.

“But I want to watch you come.”

He listened to her quiet moan and ground his hard groin against her ass.

“Okay,” she yielded softly.

In the catalogue of things he wanted to do to Elle, Prentice ticked off the selection of making (and watching) her come in the kitchen.

When he’d done this and her breathing had slowed, he cupped her sex but took his hand from her breast and put it to her jaw, twisting her beautiful face to his.