Elle’s grip on my shirt is so tight—like it would keep her from drifting away, something flashes in her eyes then her mouth’s on mine and the disaster of today was wiped from my mind. My hands still cradled her face and I used that to my advantage, maneuvering her head to deepen our kiss.
I felt her hands loosen from my chest but, thank all that was good in the world, she snaked her hands to my back, lifting the hem to rest on the skin. Her touch was cold against my warmer skin but it was everything I needed.
I licked at the seam of her lips, begging for entrance. I would die if she would just let me explore her mouth. This mouth—that haunted my dreams—opened and I couldn’t stop the moan that rumbled in my chest. Her tongue dueled mine for control and I was overcome by her hot mouth.
The kiss ended too soon, Elle pulling back on a gasp. This woman had completely shaken my foundation and I wanted to live with this earthquake forever.
Wait.
No.
The foundation was actually shaking.
A loud crash and the ground shook. My hands shot out for Elle but she was no longer near me. She was at her desk, grabbing her bag.
“I shouldn’t have done that.” Her eyes are wide and pleading.“I have to go.” What? She wanted to leave, no, I couldn’t let that happen. “Elle, wait.” She was already at the door when I got my hands back on her, my hand circling one wrist as she tried to shove the door open. It didn’t move.
“What the fuck.” She pulls back, looking like she was going to shoulder the dang thing open. I let go of her wrist and place both hands on her shoulders. “Stop it, you’re going to hurt yourself.” She huffs but allows me to move her body back so behind me, switching positions with her. I didn’t want her to leave but I wasn’t going to let any harm come to my grumpy goddess.
I grab the handle of the door, twisting and pushing my shoulder against it at the same time. It barely moves. It was enough to crack it open and see what was stopping the door, however.
“A fucking tree?” Elle’s voice was higher than I’d ever heard it before. I close the door shut and pull her into my arms. “It’s okay, sweetheart. We can call Lola or Jude and they can send someone to come and get us. It might take a little bit but we have people who can help.” I try to sound as unaffected as possible as I pull my phone out of my pocket. “Shit.”
Elle has her phone in her hand and must be seeing the same as me. No signal. I still try to call someone anyway but the call is immediately dropped.
Elle dropped her bag to the floor and was on me again.Thank God.Our phones clatter to the ground as I press Elle against the door, grinding my hips against her soft stomach. “Do you see what you do to me?” My dick was threatening to punch out of my pants as sweet mewls answered my question.
“Fuck, Patrick. I nee—I need.”
“What do you need, sweetheart, tell me and it’s yours.” I palm her ass and trail kisses down her neck. I would give her whatever she needed.
God, she was intoxicating.
For a moment a flash of worry hit me in the chest, was I being too forceful? What if she didn’t want to go further than this?
“I need you, you’re so fucking hot.” My dick twitched at how breathy her voice had become. I moved my hands from her ass to the back of her thighs, lifting her up. Her legs wrapped around my waist, her hot core resting against my length and I almost blew my load right then and there.
“Put me down!” Her little squeak was so damn cute. “Hush, I got you sweetheart, let me make you feel good.”
I made my way over to Elle’s giant desk, my steps slower than usual. Each step rocked her against me and caused the most delicious friction. She rocked her hips before I set her on the edge of her desk. I lowered my ass into her chair. Her skirt slid up her thick thighs, opening her up to me.
Dark shorts cover what I really want to see. I lean in closer to bask in the heat radiating from where I wanted to be. Elle was a present and I would revel in unwrapping her. “Do you want me to make you feel good, sweetheart?” I raise my eyes away from between her legs and study her face, searching for any sign she doesn't want this.
Slowly, I slide my hands up her covered thighs, hooking my pointer and ring fingers in the band around her waist.
“Please, I need you.” Heat bloomed in my chest as I pulled her shorts down, catching her underwear and taking them down as well. I couldn’t take my eyes off center as I tossed the fabric over my shoulder. She was dripping. “Oh sweetheart, is this all for me?” I couldn’t wait for her answer, I threw a leg over my shoulder and closed the distance between me and my girl.
I was a man starving and Elle was my favorite meal. She was my favorite everything. Elle Warren was perfect and I was the lucky bastard who got to taste her. My fingers found her clit, her hips buck and I move my fingers, teasing her entrance as I lower my head to replace where my fingers had just been.
My tongue finds her clit and her legs tighten around my head. She’s so responsive and it was driving me crazy.
I’m so hard it feels like my dick’s going to snap in half. I use the hand not teasing Elle to press down on my cock, giving me a small relief as I refocused all my attention and efforts on the goddess laid out in front of me.
Chapter Twenty-Seven
ELLE
Holy fuck.
