Sporting (Unleashed Romance #3) - Kylie Gilmore Page 0,31

traces me with his fingers, and it feels so good I don’t mind so much that he’s seeing me this way. And then he kisses me intimately, the reward so pleasurable that I drop back weakly onto the mattress, surrendering immediately. He hums his pleasure against me before taking me on a slow slide to languid pleasure. My hips rock of their own accord to the rhythm he’s set as a fiery pleasure builds and builds.

He’s good at this.

Great.

Oh God.

I break with a harsh cry, white-hot pleasure flooding me. I reach for him frantically. “I need you inside me.”

He doesn’t hesitate, grabbing a condom from his nightstand, and rolling it on.

I smile. “You came prepared.”

“I didn’t expect this, Jenna. I meant it when I said sex was off the table, but I had to consider the possibility.”

“Don’t apologize. I’m thrilled. And don’t you dare stop now.”

He enters me in a hard thrust that steals my breath. And then there’s no more talk. I lift my hips, meeting him eagerly as he pounds into me. It’s exactly what I need. Unbelievably, I can feel it building again. That never happens for me. One and done, and I’m grateful to get one at all. My world clouds, my vision blurring, sounds muted as sensations spiral tighter, hotter, the pressure building.

His fingers slip between my legs, stroking me expertly. Too much. I tremble under him.

He whispers in my ear, coaxing me in a husky voice, telling me he’s going to get me there, that I need to relax and let him take control.

Sounds I’ve never made before come from my throat as he takes over, my mind shutting down, my body responding to his touch, his musky scent, the deep timbre of his voice, pushing me on and on.

The orgasm slams into me, my body shuddering with it, wave after wave of pleasure rushing through me. I go limp, dazed by it.

“Good, so good,” he croons in my ear.

And then he keeps going, setting off fireworks of pleasure within me with every stroke. I’m panting, overwhelmed with sensation, rocked by him, until he finally lets go with a low groan. We stay like that for a long moment, pressed tight against each other, catching our breath.

The words are out before I can stop them. “I want more than two days.”

He lifts his head, his hazel eyes sparkling. “Was it the second orgasm that tipped the scales?”

I cup his stubbled jaw, a surge of affection going through me. “It’s you.”

“Hmm, let me think about it.” He rolls to his back, bringing me with him. I land on top of him with a laugh. His arms wrap around me, and he tucks my head against his chest. I let out a happy sigh.

He shifts and turns out the light, his arms securely wrapping around me again. I’m content, warm and drowsy. A lingering question hovers in my mind, and I summon my last bit of strength to lift my head. “Eli?”

“Yeah?” He sounds tired.

“Can you please tell me what the note said?”

He presses my head back to his chest. “Go to sleep, Jenna.”

That’s the last thing I remember.

10

Next thing I know, Lucy is licking my face. I give her a pet, get out of Eli’s bed, and wander into the living room of the suite.

He’s standing in the galley kitchen, his hair damp from the shower, wearing a black flannel shirt, jeans, and hiking boots. “Morning, beautiful.”

My lips curve into a smile, my heart kicking hard. “Morning.”

He claps his hands together. “Chop-chop. We’ve got apples to pick, leaves to peep at, and ice cream to eat.”

I rush to his side, overcome with affection, and throw my arms around him in a hug. “That all sounds wonderful.” Just like you.

He cups my jaw, smiling down at me. “Looks like kidnapping agrees with you.”

I kiss him and take a step back, overwhelmed by all I’m feeling. Is this love? It’s scary but good scary, like the thrill of a roller-coaster ride. “I’ll shower and get dressed.” I head toward my room.

“I’ll get breakfast.”

He’s such a great guy. Maybe I was wrong all these years to hold part of myself back with guys. Or maybe only Eli would have this effect on me.

I turn back. “You’re a real gem, you know that?”

His eyes are intent on mine. “Remember that when we go back to the real world.”

My happiness dims at the thought. I’m not ready to think about reality. I hurry back to my room.

It’s late, and I’m