Apokalypsis | Book 6 | Apokalypsis 6 Morris, Kate (cheapest way to read ebooks TXT) 📖

lot of excitement. Only this was shared with someone. She knew he felt the same because his hands slid down to cup her rear. He was kneading her there, kneading even further than that if she was being honest. She didn’t care, though. She wanted him to go even further.

His mouth left hers, and Wren wrapped her arms around his neck again. Elijah kissed the base of her neck, his tongue darting out to taste her. She slipped down slightly and was brought into immediate contact with his middle. What she was straddling now left little to the imagination. She’d changed from her jeans into lightweight, loose yoga pants that felt very thin at the moment. Elijah pushed his pelvis against hers, and Wren felt a surge of all-consuming need rush through her core as he ground himself against her most sensitive areas. She tried to hold in a cry, but it escaped anyway.

Then his mouth was back on hers, moving with a new intensity as his hands roamed. He had her pinned against the door, so she couldn’t fall. However, Elijah swung them both in the next moment, and she was being laid on the lower bunk. He followed her down and continued their kiss, barely breaking contact. This position was so much more intense than being held by him against the door. Now, he was seated between her thighs and pressing more firmly there. His weight felt right, although he was so much bigger than her. She wanted more of it down on her, so she pulled at his back until he pressed more tightly to her.

He suddenly pulled back and up off of her slightly. “Wren, we need to stop. This isn’t a good idea.”

She felt high, like what she imagined smoking marijuana or something similar would be like. Her body was all floaty and light.

“Wren,” he said softly.

In response, she ran her hands up his chest and then down, down lower where she could feel him through his jeans which were a lot snugger in that area currently. He clenched her hand with his to stay it.

“Elijah,” she said in a pleading tone.

“We shouldn’t,” he said, sounding less convincing this time.

“Why? I told you if this happened, I wanted it to be with you. I trust you. I don’t want to die a virgin.”

“Yeah, I know. You trust me. But that’s not all there should be between us if we’re going to do this,” he paused, “And nobody’s dying.”

His words were fuzzy and silly-sounding. She tugged on his shirt until he was down on top of her again and kissing her, more importantly. He pulled away again.

“Wren, you’re making this hard to stop,” he said, pulling up again.

“That’s good, right?”

He closed his eyes and grinned, then grimaced as if in pain. Wren angled up and kissed his neck. The scent she caught earlier was more intense there, and it somehow managed to awaken even stronger desires.

“Elijah, it’s okay. I want to.”

She could tell he was wrestling with his own conscience.

“We’ll still be friends after.”

“Friends?” he asked as she continued to kiss his neck. Then she nuzzled into the place at the base where the edge of his shirt met his musky skin. She nodded in answer. “Just friends? Don’t you think you’d want to be more than friends if we had sex?”

“I don’t know. Yes?” she asked in a haze of passion. Nothing was making a whole lot of sense. Why was he asking so many questions anyway?

“Yes? So you’d be my girlfriend?”

Her hands found the hem of his shirt and tugged upward. Then she laid her full palms on his stomach, feeling the thick ripples there.

“Wren?”

She wondered if Elijah smelled good on his flat, muscular stomach.

“Hey,” he prodded gently and pulled back a lot further. She didn’t move her hands, however. “Are you listening? Would you be my girlfriend if we have sex?”

Elijah clenched her hand to stop her exploring. Then he tipped her chin up to look at him.

“Wren? We should stop,” he stated.

It was like a cold bucket of ice water hitting her in the face. It felt like an insult. As her senses returned, Wren remembered that Elijah was the Golden Boy football star, Mr. Cool Guy quarterback at their school, and girls had literally thrown themselves at him. She was beginning to think she’d misread this situation.

“Well?”

“Um, sorry,” she said quietly.

“Why are you sorry?”

She shrugged and attempted to scoot away, but Elijah held her in place.

“Wren, talk to me,” he implored before pushing a lock of her hair back from her forehead. “You don’t want to be my girlfriend? Or… more?”

“More?”

He shrugged and grinned sheepishly. “Yeah, whatever. Maybe eventually. But, for now, just my girlfriend.”

“Wait, you want me to be your girlfriend?”

“Yeah, duh!” he joked. “That’s what I’ve been saying.”

Then his eyes became hooded again, and he leaned in to kiss her. There was a lot of emotion this time in their kiss. The passion and heat were both still there, but the way he was holding her, touching and kissing her, felt different. There was intention behind it. And then he went and pressed his pelvis into hers again.

She wanted more, a lot more. She wanted him. He wanted her to be his girlfriend afterward, though. That was a big commitment. Elijah could die tomorrow. She could die tomorrow. They could both die by morning if bandits or monsters got to them. That thought caused her to jerk free and quickly slide out from under him. It sent her fleeing from the room to the bathroom, where she locked the door. Splashing some cool water on her face helped, too. She had to calm down. That situation had gotten completely out of control, completely unlike her. Raging hormones had gotten the best of her, and that couldn’t happen again. She didn’t want to die a virgin, that much was true, but Wren sure as hell didn’t want to have sex with emotional consequences, either. They made it look so effortless