“Oh, fuck,” I growl through the tight press of our lips, gripping her thigh, gliding my hand up toward her center.
“Yes, yes,” she moans, shivering against me. Even through the coat, I can feel the curvy shape of her body. I can feel her lust.
I can feel how right this is.
CHAPTER 12
ELARA
Be in the moment, Elle.
Even his neck is muscular, hard ridges pressing against my fingernails as I cling to him. I’m not even sure exactly how we got here, only that it’s a thousand times more exciting than my fantasy ever could’ve been.
His touch burns through the thin fabric of my PJ bottoms as he gets closer to my sex.
Be in the fucking moment.
But when he leans in, looks at me, moonlight catches in his eyes. And there was a time, an event that hasnothingto do with this, when moonlight glinted in another man’s eyes when he leaned in and tried to kiss me and…
“Elle, are you?—”
I grab his face and kiss him hard, not giving him time to finish the question, which doesn’t give me any time to answer. I don’t want to go there. I just want to be here with him, this handsome, rugged stranger.
He groans and squeezes down on my leg, sending a jolt of heat right to my core. My body aches, clit rubbing raw against my underwear. I’m not even slightly satiated from getting myself off earlier. The real thing is so much hotter.
He moans like he needs me, like he’s been waiting for this since we first met a few days ago.
His hand glides higher and higher. When he pushes down on my heat, I gasp, arching my back, grinding down against him.
You’ll have no one but me.
No, no. Not now. Not here. This isn’t fair.
“Elle?” Rhett says breathlessly.
I roll onto my side, reach down, and rub my hand against the outside of his pants. He snarls, shuddering.
“Just keep going,” I moan. “Be wild, Rhett. Brutal. I know that’s how you want it.”
His eyes snap open, lips trembling. “Eh-Elle,” he whispers.
I rub even faster, feeling the shape of him through his pants, his arousal imprisoned by his briefs. He feels massive and already rock-solid for me.
His hand hesitates against my crotch, but I can feel the hunger in him. It’s the tremor in his fingers that tells me, his rough digits brushing against the material of my clothes, tickling my clit, making me squeeze my legs together. I grab his wrist and try to make him rub harder, fiercer, even angrier.
Just to blot it out. His face, Lucian smiling, and the sick, impossible idea that he could somehow return to my life.
I grip Rhett’s wrist harder, driving him against my core. I rock my hips and rub my clit against his palm. The beast in him loosens, and he growls, taking control. I gasp and wriggle against him, barely able to keep stroking the hard rod of his cock through the convulsions.
But then he appears again… the time he leaned in for a kiss, the sick smirk on his face. He’s nothing like Rhett. Lucian goddamn Conti isnothinglike this strong, protective man.
“What is it?” Rhett snarls, but his hand is still pulsing, moving with relentless abandon against my pussy.
“Nuh-nothing,” I lie, letting go of his thick steel to grab his wrist with both hands, guide his movements, make them rougher, more likely to obliterate the unhelpful thoughts in my head.
“Elle,” he snarls. “Sunshine,fuck…”
He smooths the other hand to my hip and holds me tight, then starts lavishing my pussy with attention. I close my eyes and focus on nothing else except the heat of his hand, the sound of his growling approval, the conflicted hunger in his tone.
