Redesigning Fate (Revive #1) - A. M. Wilson Page 0,41
my trance, and I scamper down the hall, mumbling something about needing the bathroom.
Looking in the mirror, my embarrassment grows as I gauge my current state. My hair is matted and pushed up on one side, and my mascara is smeared beneath my eyes, as I had forgotten to wash my makeup off last night before bed. I wet a washcloth under the running water and concentrate on removing the remaining smudges off my face. Then, I pluck my toothbrush from the holder and clean my teeth before heading back into the bedroom.
When I push the door open, I find a sexy, sleep rumpled, shirtless Elias sitting on the bed waiting for me. He looks up grinning at the sound of the door.
“Are you feeling all better?” he asks, holding his arms open for me. I crawl into his lap, slinging my arms around his neck.
“Yes, thank you. I had to take care of my morning breath,” I reply, smiling back at him. His eyes are a light turquoise in the early morning sun. “What time is it?”
“It’s about seven o’clock.”
“Mmm, that’s good. I have some time before I have to get ready for work,” I say, my mind drifting to what I could spend that time doing.
“And what is it you would like to do before you have to get ready?” he questions in a husky voice as if reading my thoughts, tucking a lock of hair behind my ear, and gazing into my eyes. I can’t help the smile that appears on my face. Elias ignites the butterflies in my stomach like nobody has before. Being around him is intoxicating. I just can’t get enough.
“I’d like you to kiss me. Right now.”
He obeys, his lips claiming mine. He pulls me tighter to him, twisting my body so my legs are on each side of his hips straddling his lap. He winds a hand through my hair, tangling his fingers, holding my face tight against his.
I couldn’t move if I wanted to. Which is good, because I don’t. I hold tight to the back of his neck, anchoring him to me, desperate to hang on as he skims his other hand up my thigh towards my hip. I am lost in kissing him, tasting him.
His mouth opens to mine hungrily, taking quick nips and licks until he settles his teeth into my lower lip. The sensation causes me to moan, and he runs his tongue over the bite to soothe the sting. I can feel myself getting wet, grinding myself along the ridge of his thick erection, and in this moment of hungry tongue fucking, I realize I want this. I am ready for this, and I can feel that he wants me too.
I’m no longer a one-night stand, afraid he will ditch me the moment he finishes his conquest. This is much more than that for both of us. He demonstrates it in every swipe of his tongue and touch of his hand. He’s holding me as if I’m much more precious to him.
As I feel his thumb creeping upward towards the apex of my thighs, in a swift moment of bravery, I unclasp my hands from his neck, reach down, and pull the hem of my shirt over my head. Our mouths break to make way for the fabric. As my shirt settles on the floor somewhere behind me, my eyes lock with his, and they widen with surprise.
“You are so beautiful,” he breathes, taking in the appearance of my bare skin. His hand slides down my back to unclasp the bra I forgot to take off before bed last night. He unclips the back, and I bring my hands up to ease the straps down my shoulders.
His eyes are roaming my bare chest as if he’s fascinated by every single inch. He leans forward, eyes locking with mine as he takes the tip of my breast between his full, pink lips. His tongue roams over my tight nipple, making me moan in pleasure from the warmth spreading down my belly. With an arm wrapped around my back, he slowly kisses his way back up to the crook of my neck.
His shoulders shake gently, and I’m so gone in my lust-induced fog, I almost miss his muffled chuckle.
Almost.
“Why are you laughing?” I ask my boldness dissipating, afraid he’s laughing at my body. I jerkily try to cover my bare chest.
“Shit, I’m sorry. It’s not you, I promise.” He shakes his head, his grin fading as he releases