“Let me wash you off,” he breathed when he pulled away, bringing me with him.
Turning my body so my back was to his chest, he let the spray pound against my stomach as he reached for the soap he’d set down at some point, and rubbed it between his hands. I wiped at my stomach to get the lingering stickiness off me before he pulled me away from the water and began running his hands over my body.
He started with my shoulders and each arm, then moved to my chest and paid special attention to each breast before he moved over my stomach and hips, and around to my back. Kneeling down while he created more suds, he lathered up each leg before looking up at me with a wry smile and moving between my legs.
My body jerked, and I whimpered in protest. Everything was too sensitive after the last couple hours. “Too much.”
His smile widened, and he stood and moved behind me to push me toward the water. “Guess I’ll have to wait until we wake up.”
A needy sound got caught in my throat, and he laughed softly.
When we finished cleaning, he wrapped me in a large towel before drying off his body and walking back into the bedroom. Not bothering with clothes, I crawled onto his bed and lay facedown, watching as he put on a pair of boxer briefs.
Grabbing a shirt out of the middle drawer, he walked over to me and pulled the towel away, ignoring when I whined and tried to hold on to it.
The whining stopped as soon as his lips touched the back of my right ankle.
With soft, openmouthed kisses and gentle hands, Eli made a line up my right leg as he came to kneel above me on the bed. I was squirming underneath him when he reached the back of my thigh, and even rose up on my knees in silent plea despite how I’d just asked him not to touch me again in the shower, but he continued up.
I felt him spread my bottom, and gasped. “Don’t you dare, Eli Jenkins!”
He laughed and bit playfully on my butt before continuing to the small of my back and up my spine. By the time he reached the back of my neck, my entire body was covered in goose bumps, and I’d lost count of how many times I’d shivered.
“Put this on, Paisley,” he said softly, and I blinked my eyes back open.
I pouted as I sat up on my knees; I hadn’t been ready for that to end. Taking the shirt from his hand, I slid it over my head and watched him prop up the pillows on the bed. When he sat up against them, I looked at the spot by his side before moving onto his lap.
His blue eyes were playful, but held a hint of need. “So you liked sleeping like this, then?”
I bit down on my bottom lip when I felt him harden underneath me, and moved my hips against him.
I was right. Waxing was so worth it. It felt amazing.
“Paisley—”
“I want this, I want you. I don’t want to wait until Sunday to be yours.”
He smiled and sent me a puzzled look. “You are mine.”
“I want to be completely yours, Eli.”
Instead of immediately coming back with something about how these two weeks were about me, and once they were over we would . . . Eli sat there staring at me.
My eyes fluttered shut when I rocked against him again, and I had to bite back a moan elicited from the friction of the cotton on his briefs against me.
“God, you are the most amazing woman I’ve ever met, Paisley.”
The truth in his confession stopped me from moving again, and I opened my eyes to find him staring at me in awe.
“You do things like this, and it is so hot. You’re not afraid to tell me what you want, and you have no idea how much of a turn-on that is. The sounds and faces you make drive me crazy. And then you do something like ask for direction when we were in the shower . . . and the innocence in your question when you’re doing something that mind-blowing just floors me.
“You’re trusting me to do things and asking for things that make me want to do them for you over and over again. I love knowing I’m the one who’s pushed you to try them. I love knowing you’re experiencing all this with me. And throughout this sexy side of Paisley I’m meeting for the first time, I love that you’re still my best friend. I love that you still give me shit. And my favorite thing in the world is when you look at me when I’m holding you, and I just know you’re in love with me.”
My lips tilted up in a smile, and I brushed my fingers along his jaw. “Eli . . .”
“I have this sweet, snarky, sexy girl, and I don’t know what the hell I did to deserve her after how I treated her all those years.” He pressed his lips softly to mine once before meeting my gaze again. “I want you, Paisley, so damn bad. But I wanted to give you these two weeks for a reason. I’m experiencing things for the first time just as you are, and I’m loving learning how your body responds to me first. It’s just a few days, Pay, then I swear you won’t be able to keep me away from you.”
I laughed and my brow pinched together. “First time?” I had never planned on asking Eli about his past relationships, but his statement threw me off. “What are you experiencing for the first time?”
“Well, I never held anybody when I slept, as you already knew; that was always reserved for you. But having you sleep on top of me is definitely a first.”
“Eli.” I pushed on his chest to sit back to eye him suspiciously. “I’ve come over when girls were in your bed from the night before.”
“If they didn’t leave, they slept in the bed. But I never once held any of them. It seemed wrong—even then it was something I knew I only did with you.” He pulled me back onto his chest. “Shower? Never been in a shower with anyone, unless I was a baby and don’t remember.”
“Really?” I was now starting to cheesy smile like a nerd, and I wouldn’t have been able to stop it even if I tried.
He nodded and tilted my head back with his fingers to nip at my lips. “I’ve never tasted anyone before you just a few hours ago.”
“That can’t be true.”
“It is. And this . . .” He trailed his fingers under the cheeks of my butt before sliding them up, teasing my tender hole. “Only you.”
I gasped and my breathing deepened. “Then why would you . . . I don’t understand. But you’re good at these things.”
“Porn,” he answered my unfinished questions, unashamed. “Never wanted to try it on anyone until you. And the way you respond to it, Paisley? It takes everything in me not to make you mine right then.”
I knew my face was red with heat, but I just sat there staring at him in shock. “All those are firsts?”
“Yeah, babe. So let’s finish this last week of experiencing more firsts with you, and then I’m yours.”
“Deal.” I sat up to kiss him soundly. My face scrunched up in worry and embarrassment, and I quietly asked, “Will you spank me?”
His face fell and eyes widened. “What the hell . . . okay, I told you where I got my ideas, I want to know where your ideas have come from.”
I shrugged and tried to sound as unashamed as he had, but the embarrassment was still there in my tone. “Years of reading smut and dreaming about you.”
A deep rumble came from his chest, and suddenly I was on my back and he was trying to pull the shirt off my body. A giggle burst from my lips from the quick change of positions and the way he was getting aggravated at the shirt.