Chapter 30

He pressed his mouth to mine, kissing me so deeply, so hungrily , that I got drunk off of him. My mind completely blanked as I reached up to twine my arms around his neck, leaning up on my tiptoes to press my body against his.

He backed me up until the backs of my knees hit the mattress, and then, he settled me down on it, his body coming down on top of mine.

The leather of my brand new cut was cold against our skin, but we were quickly warming it up as his body pressed mine further into the mattress.

“I love you,” he rumbled, leaning up to look down at me. My lips softly parted in surprise. “Pretty sure I’ve loved you for a long goddamn time. My eyes have been on you since the moment you walked through my door, asking if I could provide you with room and board in exchange for whatever the hell I needed done around here.”

I remembered that day. I had just been kicked out of the apartment that I shared with my ex. When I had found him in our bed cheating, I had trashed the apartment. Cops had been called. I got hit with a fuck ton of fines, which Elijah had taken care of for me when the cops had shown up here to drag me to jail for contempt of court.

“Why didn’t you make a move before?” I asked him, honestly curious.

He brushed my hair back. “Because I had a gut feeling that the moment I got a taste of you, I was going to want more and more until I couldn’t fucking let you go.”

Oh, my fucking heart and soul .

I leaned up and kissed him. “You know, I used to fantasize about what it would be like to be with you – even if it was just for one night?”

He grinned. “You did? I don’t feel like I’m so pussy whipped now.”

I laughed. He kissed me again before moving over my jaw and down my neck, leaving hickeys on my pale skin before he parted my cut and sucked one nipple into his mouth, his hand massaging and pulling at the other one. I writhed beneath him, moaning his name, pleading for more as I raised my hips off the bed, trying to get some kind of friction.

I moaned when he finally parted my legs further apart and slid deep inside of me, his lips molding to mine once again. He rocked in and out of me, his pace not picking up.

He was making love to me .

“I’m taking you to the courthouse tomorrow,” he rasped.

I dug my nails into his back. “You sure you’re,” I moaned when he bumped my clit, “ready to tie yourself down to another woman?”

He kissed me again, his tongue dancing with mine. “So long as it’s you, I don’t give a fuck.”

He spread my thighs further apart, hooking them around his arms. The new depth and angle had him bumping that sweet spot inside of me, and I came hard around him, my pussy walls fluttering around his cock.

I dragged his face down to mine, forcing our eyes to connect.

“I love you,” I whispered, meaning the words from the depth of my soul.

With a growl, he flipped me over to my stomach and proceeded to fuck me hard, his hips driving in and out of me with a punishing force. He leaned over me, his lips at my ear. “I’m keeping you in this bed until you’re knocked up,” he promised.

Oh, sweet Jesus .