Chapter 13

CHAPTER THIRTEEN

Liza

I wake up in the arms of Eli and say a little prayer that I have this same kind of morning for years to come. Last night was everything I'd dreamed it would be. He was sweet and gentle. My goodness, that was hands down the best sex I'd ever had.

I think it's because it was so much more than sex. For the first time, I truly felt like I was making love. I never really thought there would be a difference, but now, I feel it. There was something so special between us that it felt like my body came alive for the first time.

I turn to my side so I can face him and stare at him like this for a few seconds before his eyes flutter open.

I love the way his lips pull up in a small grin when his eyes meet mine.

"Good morning," he whispers, his voice so groggy that the sound barely comes out.

"Morning." I curl my blanket around me more when a chill catches me by surprise.

He reaches his arm out to me, his eyes still fluttering open and shut, like he doesn't really want to be awake yet. "Are you cold?"

"Just a little," I respond.

He scoots toward me, pulling me into his bare chest, where I'm instantly hit with his warmth surrounding my entire body.

With his chin resting on my head, he lets out a sigh, and then he whispers, "Is this better?"

I wrap one arm around him, feeling the muscles on his back as I run my hand down his torso. "So much better."

Facing him like this is doing dirty things to my mind and body, and when I feel him having the same reaction, I lift my leg to wrap it around his waist.

A little laugh escapes his lips when I pull him closer to my center, using only my leg.

"You want more?"

I giggle in embarrassment, but don't stop. Just getting that little bit of pressure from his hardness pressed against me and now knowing what he can do to me has me almost panting in need suddenly.

I rub against him again, only this time, he grabs my ass, holding me firmly to him to show me just how hard he already is.

I gasp in need, my chest so tight for a quick second that I feel like I can't breathe.

When I drop my head back, he's quick to climb on top of me and kiss my neck that I've left completely exposed to him, like an open invitation to do so.

Everything about last night was slow and perfect, but this morning is totally different.

This morning, there seems to be a primal need between us that we feel down to our very core. It's like neither one of us can breathe until he's inside of me.

He slips my sleep shorts off with one swoop while I fling my top. Thank God he remembers to reach for a condom because it was so far from my mind that it might as well have been on Pluto.

I lie on my back, and when our eyes meet, our expressions of desire, lust, fucking wanting to just breathe is so intense that my body starts to shake.

He climbs back on top of me, and with one push, he enters me, making me scream out with a sense of relief that I didn't know was humanly possible.

Our breaths are ragged, and our bodies are tight as he moves in and out of me like a man on a hunt for the one thing that will keep him alive for years to come.

I grip his shoulders and moan loudly, not able to control any part of me when it comes to him. He's my life, my power, my everything right now, and I'm complete putty in his hands for him to mold and do with me as he pleases.

When I come, I scream out, not able to hold anything back. Thankfully, he finds his own release at the same time because my legs are so heavy that I can't hold them up, and my body is floating away with a sense of weightlessness that I can't comprehend.

"Fuck me," he whispers more in amazement than to me as he places his forehead to mine.

I laugh out loud. "I just did."

He lets out the same kind of laugh, then kisses me softly. "I don't know what you're doing to me, but please don't stop."

I wrap my arms and legs around him, not wanting him to leave my body just yet. "Never."

We kiss until I feel him go limp, and he slides out of me, taking the condom off, then pulling me back into him and holding me until we both fall asleep again.

When we finally awaken, it's with a grumble of my stomach.

He places his hand there. "Someone's hungry."

I feel his smile against my ear.

I chuckle in embarrassment. "Did that really wake you up?"

"Nah, I've been awake for a while."

"And you didn't wake me?"

"I could lie here all day like this."

I hold his arm tighter against me as he kisses the back of my head.

"Let's get you fed though."

We both get dressed, then exit the tent for the first time, the morning dew feeling like a cool welcome to our day.

"Do you want me to start some coffee?"

"I'd love a cup."

I sit on one of the chairs he brought and pull my legs up, wrapping myself in his sweatshirt that's perfectly big enough for me to do so.

He hands me a mug full of the hot coffee, then goes straight back to the stove, where he begins to pull out other pans and food from the ice chest.

"What are you making?" I ask, surprised he's getting so much out. I honestly thought we'd have something easy, like a bar or muffin for breakfast.

"I brought bacon and eggs," he responds, not stopping what he's doing.

I place my coffee down and stand up to walk to him, wrapping my arms around him from the back so he can continue cooking. "You're just going to spoil me rotten, aren't you?"

He looks over his shoulder at me with a huge grin. "That's the plan."

I hug him tighter, then let him get back to work while I sit in my chair, enjoying the quiet morning and my coffee.

We spend the day being lazy on the hammock and playing in the water. I don't want it to end, but I know that we only planned on staying the one night, so it's going to have to eventually.

As we pack up, he checks his phone with a sigh.

"What's up?" I ask.

"My mom wants you to come for dinner tonight." I sense the hesitation in his voice.

"Okay," I respond easily.

"Okay? You don't mind?"

I laugh out loud and step to where he's standing, wrapping my arms around him and looking up at him. "Why would I mind?"

He tucks a few strands of my hair behind one ear. "So beautiful," he says more to himself than me—something he does often. Then, he continues, "I just didn't want you to be bored."

I playfully tap his chest with my hand. "Meeting your parents will not be boring. I want to hear all the baby stories and see all the pictures."

He drops his head back with a laugh. "Oh jeez, maybe I should say no."

I reach on my tiptoes to give him a quick kiss. "No way. I'm coming. I can't wait to meet your sister too."

That puts a big grin on his face. I know he loves his sister, and I can't wait to get to know her too.