Ellie
I became more and more aware with each passing sentence that DJ hadn’t said much of anything. He hadn’t offered insight or his opinion.
“Sorry I’m...”
“Perfect, Ellie....” he breathed, taking my lips in his. “So f*****g perfect it hurts to look; hurts to breathe,” DJ said between flicks of his tongue as he adjusted me to straddle him.
“I can’t stay,” DJ admitted, holding my face so I had to look at him. “I have to go back for Nica, but that doesn’t mean this isn’t as real for me as it is for you,” he promised. “I don’t know where it goes. What it means. I’m a f*****g wreck, whether I show it or not, and I’m a selfish prick to boot because all I want to do is put you to bed and wake up with you.”
His eyes and hands roamed my curves, teasing with his thumbs as he waited for me
