Free Breaking Elle by Antoinette Candela

body instantly aches for him. “Do you want to head upstairs? I’m feeling kinda tired.” I ask coyly as I make my way towards the darkened hallway.
    My brother looks up and smirks. I know that look of his all too well. My mom’s okay with Jace and I having our boyfriend or girlfriend over, but nothing more than that. Since she’s not here, she doesn’t have much to say. Neither of us cares what the other does as long as we cover for each other if Mom or Corey comes home. Regardless, I need my own place soon.
    “I don’t think your brother needs my company anymore.” Cane nods to Jace. Rising from the couch, he takes three long strides and is in front of me. Those chocolate brown eyes and wicked smile make the ache for him spread like wildfire. I eagerly pull him down to me, kissing him softly, and then slowly running my tongue over his bottom lip. My mind glazes over from the contact with him, and I realize how badly I need him.
    “Hey there,” I whisper, wrapping my arms around his waist. He responds by tugging me gently to his hard, tempting body. His lips are soft on mine, and I feel his hardness through his shorts. I smile, grabbing his hand as we take the stairs two at a time. He catches me at the top, clutching me to his body. His breath is choppy and soft on my neck as we stumble into my room. Quietly closing the door, he playfully backs me up into it. In one smooth move, he grabs my hands, pinning them on either side of my head. He leans in until our lips are inches apart, his breath playing lightly on my skin. He eyes me up and down, and then presses his body firmly to mine. I gasp as his hands run down my shoulders, my waist, coming to rest on my hips.
    “I couldn’t stop thinking about you today,” he whispers.
    “Ditto for me,” I murmur, tangling my hands in his hair, and forgetting all my wayward thoughts from today. He bends his head slightly to kiss my top lip, slipping his tongue into my mouth. I sigh raggedly and close my eyes. We stand in the dark kissing, desperate to quench the hunger raging inside, our bodies demanding to be satisfied. Reaching for the hem of his shirt, I pull it over his head. His muscles are hard, yet his skin is soft under my fingers as I trace the creases in his abdomen down to his waist. I slowly tug at the waistbands of his shorts.
    “Is this what you were thinking about today?” I reply breathlessly.
    “Yeah, baby.” He groans while grinding his hips into me urgently. “God, I want inside you.” He breathes heavily. His hands slip under my tank top, caressing my back, pulling it over my head, and dropping it to the floor. Without hesitating, he fills his hot palm with the sensitive flesh of my breast, plumping and kneading it. With a moan, he leans in, placing a warm kiss on my neck that sends chills over every inch of my body and a shot of desire to my core.
    “Come here.” I impatiently pull him to the bed, overcome by all kinds of emotions jumbled together and I can’t separate them. Standing at the edge of the bed, he watches me as I teasingly release my ponytail, letting my hair cascade across my shoulders. His eyes ravenously rake over my body, watching me seductively unbutton my skirt.
    “Can I help you with that?” He draws in a deep breath and kneels down in front of me, not waiting for my answer. He places his strong hands on the flesh of my hips, keeping his eyes on mine as he slides my zipper down, and then pushes the skirt down around my feet. Slowly, he lifts my legs one by one so I can step out of it as he slides his strong hands up my thighs.
    “Holy shit baby, are those for me?” He notices my pink lace panties. A seductive smile plays across my lips.His hands caress my hips then travel down. Grabbing my ass, and pulling me closer, he presses his warm lips to my stomach.
    “For your eyes only.” I respond breathlessly, raking my hands through his hair.
    “I love them.” He smiles wickedly. “I’ll love them more on the floor.”