Touch Me (6 page)

Chapter
Nine

It
was odd to know several weeks had passed already, but Freya felt like she was
still getting to know Elijah, even if technically she did know him. They’d
spent time together at her home, and she showed him around, pointing out the
things she’d changed, and the things she’d kept as memories of her mother and
father. And then he’d taken her into the city and they’d spent time at his
place.

She
was in wonder and awe at the scenes she’d see from the balcony, of the sounds
that rushed up to greet her from the city below. He had money, a lot of money,
but he didn’t flaunt it just for the sake of showing people he was wealthy. He
was discreet, respectful, and even spending time with him he never showed off
the things he had. He was just a normal man, and she was just a normal woman,
and when they were together this electricity zinged between them. It was
undeniable, that was for sure.

They’d
already finished eating dinner, and were currently sitting on her couch. The TV
was showing some very bad zombie movie, but she wasn’t interested in watching
the show. He was currently looking over her movie collection, probably hating
the current show that was on, or maybe he, too, needed to find himself occupied
with something.

He’d
asked if she wanted to go to dinner, someplace fancy, out of town even, but
she’d ended up making him something at her place. Freya was a very simple girl,
one that didn’t need anything fancy, but of course she liked his apartment and
the nice things he had. But that didn’t mean much when it came to someone that
she cared about. And she cared about Elijah, very much in fact. As the days
passed she was having stronger feelings for Elijah.

When
he turned around he didn’t have a movie in his hand, and instead came over to
her and sat beside her. They stared at each other for several seconds, and then
she smiled.

“What?”

He
didn’t smile in return, just reached out and brushed a lock of her hair away
from her cheek. “Nothing. I just like looking at you. You’re beautiful.”

She
felt her cheeks heat at his compliment. “Sometimes I feel like this isn’t
real.” She hadn’t realized she said those words out loud, but when she did her
face got scorching hot.

“Why?”

She
shrugged, but then cleared her throat, not about to hide how she felt. She
wanted to be open and honest with him. “Because you seem too good to be true.”
She chuckled after she spoke, and he did the same.

“I’m
not perfect, far from it.” He sobered. “But you know why this feels so good, so
right?”

She
didn’t need him to tell her why. She knew.

“Because
you and I are meant to be here, right now, with each other. We’re meant to be
together.”

Those
were strong words, especially after only a few weeks’ time, but she couldn’t
deny that they were the truth.

“Tell
me you feel that, too.”

She
nodded, not hesitating. “I feel it, too. I felt it as soon as I saw you at the
store, Elijah, and it’s only grown since then.”

He
smiled and was silent for a couple of seconds. She could see him thinking
because of his expression. “Come with me to a business fundraiser next weekend,
and then after that come with me to my cabin for the weekend.”

She
was stunned to be asked to go to a business event, let alone spend the weekend
with him at a cabin.

“If
you have the time off, that is.”

She
had next weekend off, but spending the entire weekend with him would be hard,
not because she’d be with him, but because she knew she wouldn’t be able to
control herself around him. She already wanted to have sex, to just get naked,
and let him touch every part of her. Even now just thinking about it made her
delirious with lust, but she schooled herself and focused on what he was asking
her.

But
even if she’d known Elijah for a long time, it seemed like she was rushing it
after only a few weeks. But still, they were adults, and wasn’t sex the next
logical step to take when she cared about someone? It certainly seemed like it
made sense.

Placing
a hand on his chest, she leaned in and kissed him. “I think I’d love to go with
you to the gala and the cabin,” she whispered against his lips.

He
cupped the back of her head, held her mouth to his, and for a second they
breathed the same air.

Sex
was definitely on her mind, and of course she was old enough and they’d known
each other long enough that it shouldn’t feel like it was rushing it, but
still, she’d wait, see how everything went, and then go from there. To Freya,
Elijah might be the one, might be the man that she spent the rest of her life
with. She certainly could see that, hoped for it even, but only time would tell
how everything went.

She
didn’t care about what others thought, because this was about them, and not
anyone else. It had taken her all these years to realize that she wasn’t alone,
even if she felt like that. It took her four long years of being on her own to
realize that she deserved to be happy, that she deserved to stop putting
herself down. And she was going to start letting herself live with Elijah.

****

“You
really don’t have to do this, Elijah,” Freya said for what felt like the hundredth
time. She was currently at some expensive dress shop in the city, Elijah
insisting she let him buy her a gown for the fundraiser that was tonight. Of
course she had dresses, could even buy her own, but there was a part of her, a
very feminine part, that was excited Elijah wanted to buy her things. She never
thought she’d want a man to take care of her, but she didn’t care and wasn’t
ashamed to admit that right now she loved it.

“Freya,
sweetheart, for the tenth time,” he chuckled softly, “I want to do this for
you. I want to be able to spoil you.”

That
was definitely a sigh moment right there, and she smiled.

Freya
looked at herself in the mirror of the department store, and that smile changed
to a cringe. She couldn’t deny that it was weird being in this expensive part
of the city, allowing Elijah to buy her a dress that cost as much as some
people’s mortgage. She lifted the price tag on the side of the dress, and her
throat clenched. Yeah, definitely mortgage sized prices.

The
dress she had on was the third one she’d tried on, and the first she actually
liked on her. She wasn’t overly large, but had gained weight and curves over
the last four years. Looking at herself in these harsh florescent lights made
her feel unattractive. Still, this dress was by far the best. It was an emerald
color, had crystal and lace detailing under the bust and around the hem of the
dress, and she had to admit her breasts looked incredible in it.

The
knock on the dressing room door had her heart racing. She cleared her throat.
“Yes?” She was nervous, and right now she felt especially unattractive,
especially since she knew Elijah would want to see her in this dress.

“Are
you going to let me see?” he said with a teasing note in his voice. Freya found
herself closing her eyes and saying a little prayer that he’d like it, because
of course that feminine part wanted to please him.

She
looked at her reflection once more, raked her gaze over her body, and told
herself she looked good, that her self-esteem didn’t have to be brutal. Taking
a deep breath she turned around and opened the door. Elijah stood on the other
side, his hands in the front pocket of his slacks, and his gaze raking up and
down her body.

“What
do you think?” she asked, her voice shaking a little. She’d never dressed like
this in general, and certainly not for a man. She’d never wanted to impress
someone, but with Elijah she found herself wanting his approval, his desire for
her and what she wore. Maybe it was not something a strong, independent woman
should want, but fuck it, because Freya wanted that right now.

He
didn’t answer for several moments, and then cleared his throat and looked at
her in the eyes. “How do you like it?”

She
looked down at her body, saw the rise and fall of her breasts, at the
impressive cleavage she sported, and felt herself shrug. “I feel a bit
exposed.” Although the dress was floor-length, it was form fitting, showing off
her tucked in waist and a little too-wide hips. He didn’t respond, and when she
lifted her head, raking her gaze over his pants, she could see the front of his
slacks was tented. Swallowing her arousal, she continued moving her gaze up his
massively defined chest, and looked into his eyes.

“Aside
from the exposed part,” he looked down at her breasts, cleared his throat, and
lifted his gaze back to hers, “how do you like it?”

“I
like it, but is it too much for where we’re going today?”

He
looked at her body again. “No, it’s definitely not too much.”

She
couldn’t help but smile at the fact it was clear he most definitely liked the
dress. “It doesn’t show off too much, doesn’t show a little too much of the
unattractive parts?”

“Unattractive
parts?” he said with a bit of astonishment in his voice, shaking his head as if
stunned by her comment. He turned and looked behind him, and then looked back
at Freya. He moved closer, so close that she was forced to take a step back,
her back hitting the mirror. Elijah closed the dressing room door, sealing them
in. The scent of him was intoxicating, and she took a stuttering breath in.

“Elijah,”
she whispered. “What are you doing?” She was heating up in all the right
places.

“For
the record,” he said in a soft voice as well. “I happen to think there are no
unattractive parts on you.” He placed his hands on the mirror beside her head
and leaned forward so his face in close to hers. Elijah spoke in a deep, but
whispered voice again. “In fact, I’d like to take this dress off of you, press
your naked, very attractive body to mine, and make you come.”

She
had never heard Elijah speak so erotically, but she liked it. Dammit, she liked
it. Freya was having a hard time breathing, especially with the scent of
everything that made up Elijah filling her head. He glanced down at her lips,
and licked his own.

“I
want you so much right now, Freya.”

Her
heartbeat filled her head, and she grew dizzy from his words, the scent of him,
and her own arousal.

“I
want to slip my hand under this dress and touch you.” He leaned in closer. “I
bet you’re wet.” He closed his eyes and rested his forehead against hers. “God,
just thinking about how wet you could be between your thighs has me so hard.”

Her
mouth went dry, and she parted her lips, trying to breathe, or maybe trying to
respond.

“Stop
thinking you’re so unattractive, because you are the most beautiful woman in the
world to me.”

She
swore her heart stopped beating.

He
grabbed her wrist in a firm, but gentle hold and put her open palm right over
his big, hard erection. He leaned toward her face again, pushed her hair aside,
placed his mouth right by her ear and said, “If I didn’t find you so damn
attractive, I wouldn’t get this hard just looking at you.”

She
turned her head slightly to look at him.

“I
don’t mean to be so crude around you, or in what I say, but I can’t help myself
with you, Freya.”

“I
kind of like the crudeness, Elijah,” she whispered.

“God,
sweetheart,” he said and closed his eyes, breathing harshly. He took a step
back. “I feel like tearing away your clothes and just devouring you.” His voice
was a harsh growl, like an animal barely able to control himself.

She
placed her hands on the cool mirror behind her, bracing herself, stabilizing
herself because if not she would have fallen to her knees.

This
man was going to be the death of her, but what a way to go.

Chapter
Ten

The next weekend

Elijah
stared at Freya and knew that he needed to get his libido under control, but
seeing her in that emerald green gown, with the plunging neckline, and the way
she was so fucking gorgeous, had all control slipping away. His pulse beat in
his dick as he watched the way her breasts rose and fell from her breathing.
She was looking out the window in the back of the limo. He could have driven
them to the gala, but the fact was he wanted to have an unobstructed view of
her in the dress. That, and the fact everyone attending the gala would be
chauffeured to the event.

He
felt perspiration start to line his temple and the length of his spine. God,
she was so damn curvy, so sexy and gorgeous in a way she didn’t even realize,
in a way she’d never understand.

“You
are so beautiful,” he said, not able to stop himself. She turned to face him,
her cheeks turning red as she blushed.

“Thank
you, and you look incredible in that tux.”

He
smiled at her sweetness.

It
wasn’t just about wanting to have her in his bed, and wanting her in every
possible way. It was about just having her by his side. Whatever it was about
Freya set his blood on fire and made him want a relationship, a marriage … a
family.

Reaching
out Elijah took her hand in his. He wanted to show her how much he desired her,
how much he cared about her. Elijah brought her hand to his mouth and kissed
her fingers while gazing into her eyes.

“I
care about you, Freya.”

She
smiled and looked down, as if embarrassed. “I care about you, too.”

He
pulled her forward until she sat on the seat beside him, facing him fully. Oh,
he wasn’t lost to the way her body responded to him, at how her chest rose and
fell, at the way her pupils dilated, and the fact her lips were redder from the
blood flow under the surface of her skin. She was aroused, that was clear, but
then again so was he.

Her
lips were parted, and her breath came out in fast little pants. He imagined
taking hold of the little zipper on the side of her dress and slowly bringing
it down, exposing her creamy flesh. He could have her naked faster than either
of them could even realize, but he’d never force anything on her, never force
her to go faster than she was ready to.

Elijah
wanted to savor every inch of her, wanted to memorize every part of her
gorgeous body. He wanted her like a man that was possessed and needed to claim
what was his. And she was his, every part of her. She’d soon realize that.

Elijah
couldn’t help the erotic, lewd thoughts bombarding his mind, flooding his body.
He envisioned himself taking her hardened nipples between his lips and sucking
on the peaks until she writhed beneath him. God, he was burning alive for her,
needing her like he needed to breathe. Without realizing what he was doing, he
found himself lowering his head, his gaze riveted to her mouth, his lips
parted, ready to claim her.

She
smelled sweet, like vanilla and lemons, a soft aroma that had his dick harder
than fucking steel. He knew she wouldn’t resist him, could tell by the way she
looked at him right now. When his face was close to hers he smelled the sweet
scent of her minty
breath
, and he had to clench his
hands into fists so he didn’t yank her on top of him.

“Freya,” he said her name softly,
harshly. Her eyes fluttered closed. She leaned forward that last bit of space
that separated them and sealed her mouth with his. At the first touch, he
groaned and cupped the back of her head, holding her to him.

Oh,
fuck.
She taste so damn good, feels so fucking
good
.

Working his mouth on hers, the male
in him demanded he take her against the seat and show her how much he wanted
her, how much he craved her. But they were close to the event, and getting them
both worked up probably wasn’t the best idea. But he didn’t fucking care.

Elijah
found himself gripping her waist, and clenching his fingers around her tucked
in waist because he couldn’t control himself. And then he dragged her across
his lap. She felt so damn good on top of him, her thighs on either side of him,
and her dress now hiked up her thighs. And when he saw the lacy top of her
pantyhose, the garters she wore, his dick jerked behind his tux pants. There
was no doubt in his mind she could feel his erection pressing between her
thighs, feel how hard he was for her.

She
didn’t stop kissing him, and in fact opened her mouth wider to take more of his
tongue inside. He groaned, loving that she was so willing for him that he could
feel the heat from between her legs scorch him. This was not something he’d
ever done, ever even thought about being so bold with a woman. He’d fucked
them, yes, but he’d never felt this need to be with them in some way so badly
that he had to take them in a limo.

“I
want you so much, Freya.”

Her
answer was a groan, a response that was just this breathy little sound because
she was just as lost in this as he was.

“We
should stop, but I can’t. I don’t want to.” Elijah cupped either side of her
face, needing her with a desperation that bordered on insanity.

“I
want this. I want you.”

He
kissed her harder. “I want you to feel like you can tell me anything, just be
yourself always.”

“I
don’t want to lose this feeling.”

“Neither
do I, baby.”

The
kiss was deep and long, and he broke away after a few seconds, dragging his
lips down to her throat, and sucking at her pulse point for a moment. “I’ll do
whatever you want, make you feel so good inside and out.”

She
breathed out roughly and clenched her hands on his biceps, digging her nails
into him.

He
kissed and licked her neck, sucked at her pulse point. The feel of her on top
of him, her pussy heat nearly burning straight through his slacks and right to
his dick, had him reining in his desire by the skin of his teeth.

Gripping
her hips tighter, he forced her pussy down on him at the same time he lifted
his hips slightly. He didn’t want to take her in the back of the limo, not for
their first time at least, but the way things were going, he didn’t know if
he’d be able to control himself.

Dragging
his mouth up her neck and latching it back onto hers, he deepened the kiss
until he was fucking her mouth, sliding his tongue in and out of her, just like
he wanted to do with his dick to her pussy.

Moving
his hand lower, he gripped her ass, curled his fingers around the fleshy
mounds, and groaned. He squeezed the flesh again, bringing her as close to his
body as he could. A growl of approval left him when she rubbed herself on him,
moving her hips back and forth. Damn, he wanted to grab his dick, pull her
panties aside, and run his erection along her cleft. He moved his tongue out
and teased her bottom lip, and a little cry left her.

“This
is so intense,” she breathed against him, her voice a soft whisper. “I never
felt this kind of arousal before.”

“Neither
have I, Freya baby,” he said as soon as she finished speaking. He kissed her
again, then pulled back slightly to stare into her eyes. “I don’t want to stop,
but we can if you want to.” God, he didn’t want to. When she didn’t tell him
she wanted to stop, he lifted his hips up again, grinding himself on her pussy.
She moved her hands to the back of his head to grip his hair, pulling at the
strands.

And
then she started moving against him, back and forth, rocking herself on his
lap, on his cock, and causing this tortuous pleasure to fill him. He used his
hold on her to help her movements, pushing her back and then bringing her
forward, over and over again. He heard the change in her breathing, and knew
she could get off from this alone.
God, that
made him
so fucking hard, harder than he was to begin with, and that was saying
something. Her mouth opened, a gasp left her, and he swallowed the sound, wanting
her to come undone for him alone.

Her
movements slowed, and he wanted to growl in disapproval. Elijah wanted her to
come on him, from this act alone. He slid one of his hands to the nape of her
neck.

“Look
at me, Freya.” He gentled his voice, but made sure it still held a commanding
note. He wanted her to have no doubts on what he wanted … her in all ways. “I
want you to just let go, to get off, baby. Let me make you feel good.” He
leaned in and resumed kissing her, showing her with the sweep of his tongue and
the nip of his teeth that he wanted that from her desperately.

The
feel of her breasts pressed against his chest was a temptation. Elijah moved
his other hand to the side of her gown, pulled the zipper down, and slipped his
palm in between the material and her flesh. He moved it forward until he cupped
one of her breasts.

Her
skin was warm and smooth, and the fact she wore no bra was almost his undoing.
Cupping the heavy mound, he swept his thumb over her puckered nipple, loving
that she gasped in pleasure. The tips were hard, and he gave a groan of
pleasure at the feel. She started rocking against him once again, a little
faster this time, a little harder. And just like that she exploded on him. A
cry of pleasure left her, and he swallowed the sound, swallowed her pleasure.

After
several seconds, and when he was sure she’d gotten off fully, he broke away
from her mouth. He lowered his head, leaned down, and started sucking at the
dip in her throat, that small little hollow that drove him fucking made with
lust. He moved his hand back to her ass, curled his fingers into the flesh
barely covered by her gown, and helped her with the rocking motion once more.
He wanted her to come for him again, like he was a greedy bastard for her
pleasure.

The
fact he was acting so possessive of her this quickly should have made him feel
uneasy, a little worried even. But all he felt was a deep-rooted need to
protect her and keep her close, to make her realize he could give her
everything she needed.

She
moaned again and continued to grind her pussy on him. Shit, he felt her heat
right through his pants.

She
started to slow her grinding on him then finally collapsed against his chest,
breathing heavily. Freya had her hands on his chest, her face in the crook of
his neck, and panted. He held her close, and didn’t care that he was so hard
his dick could rip right through his pants. Elijah just wanted to hold her.

Freya
was his. He knew that more than anything else. He thought he knew that the
moment he saw her standing there and looking nervous, shy, and vulnerable.
Right now, he just wanted to make her feel good in every way possible because
she was it for him.

She
was the one.