For a moment, he remains bent over me like this, his forehead touching mine, his glasses fogging from our labored exhales.
“I’m three seconds away from shutting that door and doing ungodly things to you.” His gravelly warning hits me square in the core.
“What do you qualify as ungodly?”
“Eating you out until your clit is so swollen that any piece of fabric will chafe and send you over the edge.”
Holy Gaea. My cheeks blister, and my hands grow so clammy that I park them on my knees.
“Penetrating you so languorously that you’ll beg and whimper for me to let you come on my dick.”
The flush he conjured to my face spreads to my chest, as though I’d entered a sauna instead of a camper.
The automatic lighting in the parking lot fizzles, casting him in deep shadow. Yet I don’t miss how his shoulders roll as he straightens as far as his ceiling will allow.
I crane my neck and meet his hungry stare. It’s heady to be desired like this.
So heady that I recycle his countdown. “Three…two…”
When he realizes what I’m doing, he reaches blindly behind him and engulfs the small handle in his big hand. The veins in his forearm strain and bulge with impatience as I keep my lips from shaping the last digit. My own petty attempt at torturing.
“What comes after two again?” I ask, tone sweet and innocent.
The darkest smile spreads over his lips as though he were a monster about to devour me whole.
“Oh, right…” The instant I speak the number, “One,” he shuts the door.
Chapter 26
Cillian
I’m not going to last.
Those words have been playing on a loop inside my head since I found her drenched with rain beside my camper.
It’s the chase that’s bred this vicious ache in me. That, and undeniable physical attraction. I might hate all that Electra is on the inside, in her blood, but I most definitely don’t have a problem with the body that contains it.
Especially when it’s clad in my fucking hoodie. Thoughts like these make me wonder whether the male species has truly evolved.
With painful deliberateness, I remove my glasses and fold the branches, then hook them to the net of the storage basket. Even though my intent isn’t to blur the sight before me, I’m hoping it’ll help calm my erection. It doesn’t. My dick remains standing tall like it’s gunning for an altitude record.
Or Electra’s mouth, which is incredibly close to it, considering our tight quarters. I imagine her rolling the hem of my sweats down to free me before capturing me between her lips. My balls draw up tight like they’re trying to crawl into my body the same way my dick is desperate to crawl into hers.
I shut my eyes and conjure Trenton’s ugly mug, then picture the scar he gave Quinn, then his face again. My heart is still pounding fast, and my dick still as stiff as driftwood, but at least Electra’s phantom grip on my balls is loosening.
Until I feel her bump my tip. My lids fly open, thinking that I must’ve listed toward her like a perv. Except… Except I haven’t moved; she has.
She brushes her knuckles against my erection, and the edge of my vision sizzles like paper catching on fire.
I try to say her name, but it doesn’t make it up my wadded throat. So articulate a moment ago, and now, look at what I’ve become: an eager, arrogant prick who’d give anything to come first.
I cuff her wrist. “First,” I manage to grit out. “You.”
A nearby EXIT sign throws a red glow over Electra, but not nearly as much as my words. They’ve cast a flush that even my poor eyesight picks up on.
“Why?” she asks.
My eyebrows tilt. “What do you mean,why?”
