Loveless (5 page)

seven

Paige

“What are
you
so mad about?”

Great. He’s following me.

I speed up, rushing down the hall, clueless as to where I’m going, just desperate to put some space between us.

I want him. Even though he’s being an ass to me, the ache he awoke since Friday night won’t go away.

He doesn’t deserve a single thing from me. Not while he’s being such a dick.

But if he doesn’t stay away from me, I’m going to give him so much more than he deserves.

“What is your problem?” he snaps behind me.

“You are.” I slam open the first door I find—

One of the employee lounge rooms.

There is no other exit.

Elijah slams the door open right after, breathing like some kind of wild animal. “
You
.” He pauses, his breaths racing even faster. “Are going to explain to me right now what the hell is wrong with you.”

The rasp of his voice breaks apart the last of my rational. Logic and pride collapse with a seismic blast. I whirl around.

There it is. That anger. The mounting tension in his large frame. The promise of intense violence in his dark gaze.

What is wrong with me? How can I be so turned on by that?

I have no fucking clue but I
have
to have him.

Flinging the stack of papers onto the round table next to me—and not giving a damn if they end up all over the place—I aim my body straight at him, crossing the distance in less than two seconds.

His eyes widen at my approach, the anger falling away and surprise taking it’s place.

The parting of his lips as he prepares to say something plays out in slow motion for me; a tease I can’t handle right now.

Hot all over, disconnected from my higher reasoning, I grab his dark red tie and give that mouth of his something better to do.

He doesn’t open for me right away, his body tight all over from the shock.

Wanting his tongue, bad, I bite down on his lip, hoping he’ll take the freaking hint.

What sounds like a snarl echoes inside the room.

One hand latches onto the back of my neck, fingers digging deep. Hard. His other hand mimics the move, landing possessively on my ass.

My feet leave the floor. My body is tilted back and brought in tight against his. His hips roll into me at the same time his tongue penetrates my mouth.

The tension explodes out of us and into the room. I hear myself moaning as our tongues connect and mate wetly. Frantic, I claw at his shirt. His shoulders. When Elijah lifts me higher, I wrap my legs around his hips.

“Fuck,” he curses softly between kisses, both hands on my ass now, bringing me close. At the first feel of his dick sliding against me, I go full-on wild, my body rocking to his, searching out more of the pleasure . . .  almost coming . . .

“Hold on.” Seizing my shimmying hips, he moves his head back, stopping our kiss.

My writhing.

The beginnings of an orgasm continue to pulse through my clit. I’ve never had one, but the pressure gathering is unmistakable. I try to move against him, chasing that edge, crazy to fall over it.

He refuses to let me move, holding me tighter. “Wait up.” Moving backwards, he kicks the door to the lounge room shut. 

A small growl leaves me. I hate how he keeps doing that! One arm still wrapped around his neck, I latch onto his tie and pull on it, probably hard enough to choke him.

Not that I care. Eyes locked on his bottom lip, I lean down and wrap my lips around it, flicking it softly with my tongue.

“Oh God.”

His groan inflames me. Soon, I’m moaning louder, eyes lost in the back of my head, lips parting for more of his tongue.

He turns, sitting down on the dark green couch on the other side of the lounge room. He positions me on my knees, straddling him, and brings me back down, flush against his erection.

We both hiss out a breath.

That thick length is finally right where I want it, lined up perfectly with my clit. On fire, raw with the need for more, I begin moving on his cock, riding it.

Elijah grabs onto my thighs, hands shaking. Spreading his knees farther apart, he thrusts into me.

The ridge of his zipper presses against my swollen clit again and my vision winks out from how good it feels. “Elijah,” I gasp.

His gaze pins me, and even though I feel a flicker of embarrassment at such a direct stare, I can’t pull away. “You’re so wild. Fucking love it.” His hands rise along my thighs, pushing my skirt up and baring my cream-colored lace underwear and black garter belt.

I can scarcely believe I agreed to buy them when my cousin convinced me to do so on Saturday. And that isn’t the only thing she convinced me to do; I’d gotten waxed. A full blown bikini wax that hurt more than I expected, and one I don’t regret one bit. I love how smooth my skin feels beneath the lace covering my core.

The very thin lace.

Elijah’s wide eyes fall between my spread thighs, his lips parting slightly at the sight. The expression on his face sends another ripple through me.

I set back in, hips rotating on the raised bulge trapped inside his black pants.

“You sure you’re a virgin?” He cups an ass cheek in each hand, kneading me.

I nod. “Why . . . do you ask?” Lord, he feels so good. I’m right on the brink, my body dying for the rock-hard erection I’m riding. But no matter what I do, how I move, I can’t bring myself to come.

“You’re too sexy. Too good.” Elijah sits up, giving me room to move even closer. “Perfect.”

No one has ever called me perfect. No matter how hard I’ve worked or strived.

Trembling, I let my head fall on his, scared of what I’m about to admit to him. Somehow, it seems worse than admitting I’m a virgin, but I can’t come on my own. He has expertise; he can help me.

My desire to experience an orgasm overrides any shame I feel. “Elijah, I-I . . . I’ve never . . .”

“What?” he whispers, lips brushing mine.

“Come,” I finish in an even lower whisper, cheeks heating up.

All movement stops on his end. His shock is a loud force in the room.

“Never? Like . . . never,
ever
?”

I giggle at his reaction, ducking my burning face. “No. Never. Don’t make fun of me.”

He nuzzles my cheek, the movement almost . . . tender? “I’m not. Fuck Paige.” He lifts me higher and reaches for his belt.

“Elijah?” I watch his long fingers make quick work of undoing the belt, then the button on his slacks. “What are you doing?”

“I need it to be all over my cock, baby.”

A shockwave of pure lust blasts through me. He wants to have sex? Here?
Now?

I won’t deny him. Hell no. There’s absolutely nothing wrong with losing my virginity in here. No siree.

His slacks part.

I start trembling in anticipation for his cock.

But he only opens his pants enough to bare the light gray briefs underneath.

And the large swollen shaft inside them.

There’s a moist spot right where his tip is.

An anguished whimper bubbles up inside me. “Oh God.”

“Come here baby.” He lowers me down, reaching his other hand under my skirt and pulling my lace panties to the side.

Fully exposing me.

No one but my gyno has seen my pussy before.

His brows draw tight, his gaze rapt on me.

I never thought I would simply spread my legs for a man, unashamed, offering him a better view of myself—but when Elijah licks his lips, his dick throbbing inside those briefs, what else am I supposed to do?

“Did you do that for me?”

He’s asking about my Brazilian wax. “Yes,” I breathe, clutching his shoulders.

“And these?” He fingers the lace on my stockings.

Another whispered
yes
from me.

“Fuck, girl. You light me up. You really do.”

My thighs shake beneath his grip. “Touch me. Please.”

Agony flashes across his features. “I can’t feel you like that, skin to skin. I’ll lose control.”

I’m fucking frantic. On a level that I truly can’t understand. “It’s okay. Lose control. God, I want it.”

“No.” He lowers me right onto his dick, with nothing but his boxer briefs separating us.

I cry out, jerking at the contact.

Elijah growls, teeth bared, and bucks under me.

His hard length, sliding along my wet clit . . .
bliss.
I undulate on him, meeting every single thrust, going absolutely incoherent. “Yes, Elijah. Oh God.
More
. It feels so good.”

“You’re so fucking hot.” He sounds pained, a small groan leaving him after each thrust. Reaching up, he tries working the buttons of my shirt open, and the thought of having my breasts bared for him makes my back arch.

Impatient, he yanks my shirt open, ripping at least three of the top buttons off.

“That’s it, baby,” he moans, his gravelly voice making my inner walls contract. “Use me to get off.” He parts my shirt, his eyes falling to take in my breasts in a matching cream-colored push up bra.

His cock pulses under me. 

Christ, this goes beyond hunger. I’ve never wanted anything so badly. I’d kill to have him inside me!

Elijah pulls the cups of my bra down, enough to bare my tight nipples.

I have no time to react. No time to think.

Framing a breast in each hand, he pushes them together and ducks his head to lick each nipple.

“Elijah!”

Humming, he sucks one into his mouth, playing with it like it’s his own personal toy before moving on to the other.

“Elijah, I think I’m going to . . . oh God, Elijah . . .”

“Yeah, baby. Do it. Come all over my cock. Cover me in it.” He groans around my nipples. The muscles of his face tighten, his expression one of misery. Releasing my breasts, he cups my ass under my skirt. Those glittering, dark eyes lock on mine. “Look at me when you come for me, Paige.”

His command registers—the tension snaps inside me, exploding.
Hot. Pounding
. Small sobs leave me and I rotate on him, riding out each mind-numbing spasm.

Elijah’s head snaps back, tendons on his neck bulging. “Holy fuck.
Paige.
You’re making . . . me . . . fuck, baby. I’m coming.” Voice hoarse, he moans my name again, his expression collapsing into one of pure ecstasy.

I’ve never seen anything as sexy as Elijah coming. Never felt anything so good.

Twitching, I fall on him, my bared tits pressed to his still covered chest. Our hearts pound, breaths racing.

“God,” I practically wheeze, melting on him. I never knew I could experience something like that. The rush. The euphoria. The warm, lazy heat left in the wake of it all.

“Shit. You actually made me come.” He sounds surprised.

I tense. “Did you think I wouldn’t be able to?”

“Hell no.” He chuckles. “It’s just been a very long time since I came from dry-humping alone.”

The glow going through me expands. Thank God my face is tucked into his neck. If not, he would see the stupid little smile on my face.

His fingers move over my right butt cheek, caressing the small patch there. “What’s this?”

“Birth control.” Damn, I sound sluggish. There’s no way I’m getting off his lap anytime soon. He’s so warm, made me feel amazing. Smells even better.

“You’re on birth control even though you’re a virgin?”

“It helps regulate a bunch of things, you know.” Without it, I would get knocked on my ass every month thanks to my crazy periods. It got to a point where I couldn’t deal with it anymore, and that was the only reason my mother agreed to let me go on it when I was fifteen.

Elijah’s arms circle around me, low on my waist. He doesn’t seem in a hurry to get me off him, either. “I’m glad you’re on it.”

“Why?”

“Because I want you bare. Nothing between us.”

I gasp as his blunt honesty—at the lick of heat that shoots through my body.

His body tenses, as if he’s just remembered something, and he shifts.

Another gasp leaves me at the feel of all the wetness rubbing against me, soaking his boxers. Him and me.

Jesus, that’s so hot.

“We need to talk Paige.”

Reminded of what he said before I stormed out of my office, I sit up and look at him. “Are you going to tell me what had you so upset?”

That sigh of his doesn’t bode well. At all. “There’s something you need to understand . . . if you’re attracted to someone else, that’s . . . cool. We can stop this at any time, even before we have sex. But I’m not going to fool around with you if you’re planning to fool around with someone else at the same time.”