Page 74 of Worth the Try
She hesitates for another second, and I start toward her.
It’s enough to convince her. Eyes wide, she launches into action, pulling her clothes off at the same rate as I’m undressing, and then I’m on her.
Skin to skin, mouth to mouth. Teeth and tongues clash as I grip her hips so tight they’ll bruise. She scrapes her nails down my back, and it hurts. It hurts so fucking good.
Ripping my mouth from hers, I push her to the bed and crawl on after her, throwing her legs apart and diving between them. She’s already soaked, and I groan as her taste hits my tongue.
A low moan issues from her, and I nearly come right then. “Ansel,” she groans. “Fuck. Now. I need you now.”
I pull away from her delicious pussy and move to get the condom.
“No,” she demands. “Bare. Fuck me bare.”
I freeze.
She pins me with her eyes. “I’m on the pill. I know we’re both clean. I can’t have kids anyway. Nowfuckme, Ansel. Fuck me until?—”
I don’t let her finish. I jerk her into position below me and claim her mouth, pushing my tongue into her mouth as I slide my cock into her pussy.
We both groan, and I pull back and thrust in again. And again. And again. I’m nearly out of my mind with how goodshe feels. Hot and slick and…fuck. I can’t think. Can’t process anything except her. The smell of her skin, the scrape of her nails, the way she’s writhing beneath me.
“God, yes,” she chants as I thrust. “Right there. Please. Right there. More. Deeper. Fuck,” she whimpers on an inhale. Her eyes are wide, irises blown as I pound into her, giving her what we both need, letting my actions tell her everything I haven’t let myself utter.
I need you. I can’t lose you. You’re perfect. Stay with me. Be mine. Always.
We stare at each other, breathing hard, sweat beading. I want to cry. I want to roar. I want fucking everything, and it’s all too much.Her walls tighten around me as she gasps my name, and in seconds, she detonates, her teeth digging into my shoulder and nails into my ass as I go harder, deeper, more,more, until I find my own release. I barely repress the shout, groaning into her neck as I give one final thrust, feeling my cock jerk inside her still-clenching walls.
“Elodie,” I groan softly. “Elodie, Elodie, Elodie.”
She hums in response, digging her nails into my sweaty scalp before trailing them down my back. “That was…”
“That was,” I agree, kissing her neck and making my way to her mouth. I take it deeply, relishing the kiss as I thrust one last time into her. Finally, I pull out and roll to the side, trying to catch my breath.
A quiet giggle emerges from Elodie. “Did you really just do that?”
I turn my head to smile at her, sated. “Which part?”
Her eyes glitter. “Get turned on because I was mad about Lauren?”
I rise on my elbow, tracing a finger over and around one breast, then the other. Finally, I meet her eyes. “Yes.” I huff a laugh. “I know it doesn’t make any sense, but…yeah.”
Gentling her expression, she says, “Good.” Then she leans up to kiss me. “Come on.” She sits up, then pauses, bending to kiss my tattoo. “Love these things,” she murmurs, gripping my thighs as she kisses it.
I watch as she rises from the bed, her ass wiggling deliciously as she walks to the en-suite bathroom and shuts the door.
I take my turn next, and when I emerge, Elodie is already dressed, her hand on the doorknob.
“Where do you think you’re going?” I ask.
“Dinner won’t make itself,” she answers, opening the door as I grab my underwear and shorts from the floor. “But this changes nothing. You owe me a very,verythorough story.”
I nod. “I do. After Rosie goes to bed. And Elle?”
She turns back from where she’d already started to leave.
“What you said back there.” I jerk my head to the bed behind me. “We’re going to talk about that, too.”
She lets out a long exhale. “You first. But, yeah. Deal.”
