denying yourself the chance of having me right now by being so damn sweet. Would he do the same for you?”
“No” – the answer was a growl – “he wouldn’t.”
I gasped when Elliot suddenly stood up. My arms and legs wrapped around him. Before I had a chance to speak, he was walking out of the room and down the hallway and into the bedroom. My back hit the mattress before I could blink.
“Elliot!” I gasped. “I’m too heavy for that!”
“And yet I carried your sexy arse in here,” he said, looming over me. “How much weight have ye lost in the last four weeks?”
“A stone and a half.” I swallowed. “I’m a size fourteen now.”
“Keep this arse fat for me,” he practically snarled. “Please.”
He gripped the waistband of my leggings, and my knickers, and slowly slid them down until he could toss them over his shoulder. I worked on removing my jumper and T-shirt, but I got myself tangled up, and when I laughed, Elliot laughed too.
“See what happens when you’re too eager and don’t take your time?”
His cool fingertips brushed over my bare thigh, making me gasp.
“Boy, if you don’t get these clothes off of me and love me in five seconds flat, I’m gonna bite you!”
He removed the rest of my clothing with a few tugs and a flick of his wrist.
“That took me three seconds.” He grinned. “Still bite me though.”
“And you say I’m sinful.”
His eyes lowered to my body and he swallowed.
“Beautiful,” he said, slowly raising his eyes back to mine. “Every inch of ye is beautiful.”
I loved how his eyes roamed over me. It made me feel beautiful in a body that a few weeks ago had felt like it belonged to a stranger. As the days passed, I’d come to respect my new body and love it, because though it was different from what I remembered, it was strong. It had got me through my accident.
“Prove it.” I leaned back. “Love me.”
“I do love ye,” he said, removing his clothes, liking my eyes on him as he stripped for me. “I need to take me time with ye, Noah. It’s been so long since I’ve had ye . . . I want it to go slow but me body is screaming for me to go fast. You’re too perfect for me to hold back.”
“Sweet-talker,” I hummed. “Come here and I’ll take the edge off for you.”
He moved to stand in front of me, and I sat up on the side of the bed, facing him. I clasped my hand around his throbbing length, giving it a gentle squeeze, and Elliot’s legs seemed to buckle at the contact. He cursed, tilted his head back and groaned low in his throat before he lowered his gaze back to me. His breathing was laboured, and I had barely touched him yet. I looked up at him as I opened my mouth and placed my tongue against the head of his cock, closing my lips around him then gently suckling. Pre-cum leaked into my mouth. His eyes almost instantly rolled back and his lids shut.
“Christ,” he rasped, a hand blindly finding its way to my hair, fingers grasping the strands tightly. “Sasanach . . . I missed this mouth so fuckin’ much.”
I wanted to tease him, to have a little fun, but that could happen later . . . right now I needed to please my man.
My response was to close my mouth around the head fully and suck. Not too hard, just a gentle bit of suction to get his heart pumping. Elliot moaned out loud, and his reaction sent shivers racing up and down my spine. I removed my lips from the head and kissed the base, then licked it from root to tip. When Elliot hissed God’s name, I took the head of his cock back into my mouth and sucked again. He whimpered. I tentatively began to bob my head, testing how much of him I could take in my mouth.
I had done this so many times to him before, but I could tell my body was out of practice. The sounds my mouth made while I sucked and licked seemed to add fuel to the fire in turning Elliot on. The sounds he made and how hard his cock was in my mouth caused a pulse to throb between my thighs. He opened his eyes a few times to look down at me, so he could watch my mouth sucking him, but