I Have Lived and I Have Loved - Willow Winters Page 0,114

me to. To be completely without fear of consequence for just one night. I’m always responsible. My life is practically a billboard for sensibility. I uphold the law, care for my sister, work to support myself and Steph, volunteer at the youth center, but I never let loose.

I’m going to have fun. Well, if he wants to.

Thank you Jesus for beer. Or whichever person made it.

“What do you want to happen, Heather?” Eli’s eyes smolder as he tugs me close.

Oh. Fuck. Me.

“I-I . . .” my mouth goes dry.

His hands move around my hips as he shifts us so my back is against the door of the bus. He’s so close. Eli’s touch travels up my sides until he stops at my neck. “Well? We can talk or we can do something else.”

I think back to what Nicole said. “Let go for one night.” And for tonight, I’m going to fulfill my teenage fantasy. I’m going to sleep with Eli Walsh . . . on a tour bus . . . after an FBD concert.

My back straightens as I muster my inner Nicole. I press my body against his, hooking my hand around his back. “I think we can find something else to do.”

His green eyes flash with surprise before his mouth collides against my lips. Every inch of his body is flush with mine. Our lips move in harmony as he fumbles for the door handle. As soon as the door opens, we fall back. He walks me backward up the steps and through the vehicle without missing a beat or stumbling.

I lose myself in his kiss. He isn’t soft or gentle. No, he devours me. It’s passion unbridled. Neither of us worry about finesse. This is unlike any kiss I ever shared with Matt. He was slow, cold, and perfunctory. There was no need.

I need this. I need to escape my mind.

Eli pushes me where he wants me while holding my head in his grip. My fingers roam his body as we continue to move. He opens the door to the bedroom. “Bed,” he mutters before his lips find mine again.

I pull at his shirt, breaking the kiss as I tear it off. “Wow,” I say as my eyes take in his chest. My fingers move slowly over his pecs and then down toward his abs, rising and falling over each valley and divot. He doesn’t have an ounce of fat on him, and I can feel every flex and pulse beneath my fingertips.

“You’re beautiful.” His soulful eyes lock on mine as he pushes my hair back.

“I’m average.”

His gaze rakes over my body before coming back to mine. “There’s nothing average about you, Heather.”

That’s all I need. My hand grasps his neck, and I bring his mouth back to me. No one has ever made me feel like this. And I’m still dressed.

He uses his weight to push me onto the bed. I revel in the feel of him braced above me. It’s Eli fucking Walsh. Before I know it, my shirt is coming off, and I’m grabbing for his buckle. I undo it before he rolls me on top of him.

Our lips move in perfect unison, and my heart beats out of my chest. In the back of my mind, I know how out of character this is for me, but I can’t stop. I want to be wild and crazy. The fact that I’m going to sleep with Eli is a little overwhelming, but it feels right. Maybe because I’ve dreamed of him since I was a kid. Maybe it’s because I’m drunk as hell. Either way, it’s happening.

I sit up, fully on display as I unhook my bra. My blonde hair spills in front of me, giving me a little coverage. Our eyes lock, and I glide the straps down.

Eli grins beneath me as the material falls away. I’m not fully exposed, but it’s enough for him to see what he wants. “You have perfect tits,” his deep voice is smooth as silk. “Move your hair, baby. I want to see all of you.” Eli puts his hands behind his head, watching with rapt attention.

I do as he says. Again, totally out of character. I’m always in charge, but I surrender to him without question and pull my hair back before lowering closer to him. My breasts hang, just barely brushing against his chest. “I never do this.”

“Do what?” He lifts his hand and rubs his finger across my cheek.

“Casual sex.”

“Seems I’m breaking a lot