Page 11 of Elijah’s Whim

“Where?” she breathed.

This time I was ready with my answer. “Your ears.”

She popped one eye open in the cutest, most curious way. “Seriously?”

“Trust me,” I responded, keeping my voice seductive, even though hers had gone right into that snarky tone it did when she said that damn word. I already knew what was going to be the first item on her banishment list when we really got into our roles of this new relationship. That godforsaken word.

“Isn’t it pretty obvious that I do?”

“That you do what, beautiful?”

“Trust you. It’s probably the dumbest thing I’ve done to date, but for some reason, I do, Elijah. I trust you.”

“I won’t let you down, Hannah. Definitely not here in this bed. Ever. And I will do my very best to not let you down elsewhere, either,” I promised the new obsession in my life while staring right at her.

“Now close your eyes. Let me make you feel good.”

Of course, she had to ask more questions first. “Is this a good spot? Can you reach—my ears?” She rolled her eyes on the last words, and I bit into my cheek with the effort it took to hold back a reprimand.

“Now that you mention it, I’d like to sit up a little and have you put your head on my thigh. Would you be okay with that? Comfortable, I mean?”

“Yes. Thank you for asking,” Hannah answered with a sweet shyness I’d only seen a bit of this evening. I’d seen embarrassed and angry but just a little shyness. And damn if every single emotion on this woman wasn’t alluring.

“Of course. I never want you to do something you don’t want to do. In my house, you always have the option of saying no. Always,” I reassured her while she rearranged herself on my lap. She had no idea the pleasure she was in for, and like so many other things, I knew awakening her body as well as her mind and spirit was going to give me nearly as much pleasure as it was going to give her.

Nearly.

“Would it be easier for you if I put my hair up? Out of the way?”

“Definitely, but I don’t want you to have to get up again. We can make do.”

“I have something on the nightstand, if you wouldn’t mind handing me the ponytail holder?” she asked sweetly and then followed her request with that sexy, husky laugh, and I had to close my eyes and beg my dick not to go rogue on me.

Not now, man.

“Why are you laughing? Do I want to know?” I asked, giving her a playfully menacing glare.

“I was thinking a big, bad, dominant man like you couldn’t possibly know what a ponytail holder is. I don’t know”—she shrugged—“for some reason, it’s funny to me. I’m just being goofy. Without my sisters around, I have all this bottled-up silliness, seriousness, sadness, and even happiness. I’m used to having six other people to share it with.” She gave another quick shrug. If I hadn’t been watching her so intently, I would have missed it.

“Sit up for a second, beautiful,” I said, kneeling on the bed behind her, ponytail holder held between my teeth.

I promised myself while I worked her long, glorious hair into a loose braid down the center of her back that I would get this woman back to her family as soon as possible. Even though I wanted to be a selfish bastard and keep her for myself, I’d rather have her happy and come to me by her own choice than for her to be here and miserable.

I would have to keep reminding myself of that vow over the next few weeks. Because given the way my dusty, cobweb-covered heart was already excitedly tumbling around inside my chest, I couldn’t imagine what was going to be happening inside there in a month or two.

For now, though, I’d set that aside and enjoy the breathtaking blonde wiggling her way to comfort and using my thigh as her pillow. Thank fucking God my dick was resting down the other side at the moment or I was going to have to call this whole thing off. That or explain the unique anatomy I had been dealing with since puberty.

I never called it a problem, though, because really, what man in his right mind would call an abnormally large penis a problem? Sure, there were some things that were inconvenient about having a really big dick. But over time, I’d learned a lot of workarounds. The other times? Well, there wasn’t much I could do. This was my body, and I did the best I could with it. From what I understood, my best was pretty fucking amazing.

The oil I used earlier on her shoulders was still on the night table, so I used a very small amount on my fingertips and traced the shell of Hannah’s ears. Working in continuous motion from the inside ridge outward, I followed the natural curve of her cartilage with my slick fingers until I came down low to the slightly thicker pad of her earlobe.

When she was relaxed and pliant, I joined longer strokes down to rub her sore shoulder again and after a few laps around from her ear, down her neck and to her shoulder, she was purring—and then quietly moaning.

“Elijah…” Hannah said my name with an enticing sexual lilt. I wasn’t sure if it was involuntary, but I sure as hell planned to encourage it.

“You can moan all you want, beautiful. We’re the only ones here, and it’s so hot when you do that. Your voice alone…” I inhaled harshly through my nose, and I sounded like a bull getting ready to charge its target. “But the sounds coming from you when you’re aroused? Jesus fuck, woman, I may need a minute or two alone in the bathroom.”

“I thought you just said we’re the only ones here,” she replied without opening her eyes.