Sully just shook his head as his lips traveled down my chest, nipping at my skin. Maybe he wanted to forget, but it was clear he didn’t wantmeto. He wanted to leave marks. More of them, as though I didn’t already have invisible ones. He wanted me to wake up tomorrow and see the evidence of him and what he’d done to my body.
As though any of this would ever be skin-deep, no matter what we told ourselves.
His mouth made it to the swell of my breast, and soon, his tongue was swirling around one nipple before he tugged it between his lips. I gasped his name, arching into his touch, and Sully groaned.
“Don’t tell me,” he demanded.
“What?”
“I don’t ever want to know.” He dragged his open mouth to my other breast, lavishing his tongue over it. “I don’t ever want to know the other names you’ve gasped like that.”
“Saw—”
“I’m serious, Eleanor. They’ll wind up dead, and I don’t feel like going to prison.”
“We wouldn’t want that,” I whispered.
But I wasn’t concerned.
I’d never gasped anyone’s name like I did with him.
God, this was too much. I’d been hoping this could be something quick, something that scratched an itch without opening a wound. I’d just wanted to feel something. A prick of emotion that I so rarely felt these days. And I knew he could deliver that.
But now, Sully London was all over me, and he was whispering things I couldn’t wrap my head around while giving me angry looks that threatened to crack my chest open, and it was all too much. And yet, not enough. Because I didn’t know how to stop. Didn’t want to stop. I needed more of him; I neededeverything.
“Sully,” I panted, and he jerked back. Possibly confused that I’d called him a name that everyone else did. That I didn’t.
“El?” He dropped his head a fraction and then pulled back abruptly. Like maybe he’d been about to drop a kiss to my lips and then remembered he couldn’t.
It made everything worse.
Why had I said he couldn’t kiss me?
“Is there a reason you haven’t fucked me yet?” I asked.
His brows pulled together.
“If you’re eager to get this over with, I can?—”
“You know that’s not what I’m eager for.”
“Is it this, then?” He dragged his erection through my pussy, making me shudder with the sensation. The anticipation. “Are you eager for my cock, Eleanor?”
All I could do was whimper in response, and “Oh, fuck me” fell out of Sully’s mouth. His eyes fluttered shut as he swallowed hard.
“I’m trying to,” I panted in response.
Sully’s eyes flew open, lips twitching as a look of resolve passed over his face. “You know that even though things went the way they did, I still respect you, right?”
“I—” He heard the hesitation in my voice and frowned. Shot me an almost-glare. So I cleared my throat and tried again. “Yeah, of course. Why?”
“Because I’m about to fuck you like I don’t.”
How did he know that that was exactly what I wanted? What Ineeded.
“It’s okay, Sully. I’m well aware of what this is.”
“Yeah?” Curiosity shimmered in his eyes, like maybehedidn’t know what it was. “What is it?”
