The boy version of him tugged on every soft part of me, threatening to steal my heart with the wink of his eye. But this Eli—the man he’s become—is promising to own every part of me, and that is equally erotic and terrifying as hell. “You could say I’m direct,” he finally says. “I like to say what I want, how I want it, and how they’re going to give it to me.” Fire immediately erupts deep in my core. Fuck me. I worry at my bottom lip and readjust in the booth. My clit is now throbbing, and tightening my thighs does nothing to relieve the sudden influx of pressure.
