Twenty-One #4
“We have a few minutes. I thought we could pass the time.” The wait was killing her.
He stared intently at the dark road. “I’m driving.”
“I bet you could multitask.”
He glanced at her again, the streetlights reflecting in the lenses of his glasses. His attention returned to the road and his jaw twitched. “We should probably wait until we get home.”
Thwarted, she withdrew her touch and faced the windshield.
Five minutes ago he was a lit fuse, firing towards an explosion.
Now, the closer they came to his home, the more his mask of control slid over his features and that sparking fuse seemed more like a dimly lit candle.
She wanted to playfully taunt him and keep him on edge.
If he was a simmering ember she’d blow on him until he was burning hot.
She pulled her shirt to show off the curve of her breasts and reminded, “You don’t have to be reserved with me, Elliot.”
“It’s not a matter of reservation. It’s a matter of highway safety.”
She smothered a laugh. “Oh.” Such a law abider.
His fingers flexed on the wheel. “I know I don’t have to be reserved with you.”
“Good.” If they were really going to do this, she wanted it to be authentic.
“It’s not that I don’t want your hands on me,” he continued. “I just want to give you my full focus. You deserve more than half of my attention.”
And just like that, he turned his rebuff into a compliment, one that not only reaffirmed her self-worth but made her feel incredibly important to him. “You always know what to say.”
“Not true. Half my thoughts are tossed aside as unnecessary.”
“Well, the ones you choose make me feel good.”
He glanced at her, his attention divided. “Never doubt that I want you. That’s probably my most constant thought.”
Her body burned for his touch and she tried to determine how far they were from home. “Will you prove it?”
The car picked up speed. “Prove it how?”
“Show me how much you want me.”
The car switched into the passing lane. “When we get home.”
Her mouth pursed with a tight smile, anticipation fueling her arousal. He could probably handle a little road play and not crash the car. “If you wanted something now—”
“Nadia.”
He used that powerful tone she’d only heard a few times from him, the one that seemed to cripple her commonsense and turn her into a needy Elliot fiend. She shifted her shoulder so she was facing him.
“What’s going to happen when we get home, Elliot?”
His attention shifted to her again. “What do you want to happen?”
“I want you to decide.” Yes, that was what she wanted. She wanted him unrefined and demanding, telling her exactly what he needed.
“Then I’ll decide.”
Delicious wanting coiled tight in her belly. “I love when you take the lead, Elliot. It really excites me.”
His Adam’s apple made a slow bob under the stubble covering his throat. “Is that so?”
“Mm-hmm. My body’s already pulsing. It wants you—deep and hard.”
The motor growled as he drove a little faster. His chest lifted as his breath turned labored. “I can take the lead.”
The heavy sense of desire grew in her belly. This was certainly a satisfying way to pass the time as he abided by all highway safety laws.
“I’d give you anything you asked for. Anything at all.”
His jaw twitched. “No more talking.”
She glanced at his lap, the shadow of his erection pressing hard against his suit pants, and she snickered. When he pulled into the driveway, he hit the brakes hard enough to rock her body. The engine silenced and he stared out the windshield.
The car cooled, but her body was on fire, their flagrant lust thickening the shared air of the car.
“Are we going inside?” she whispered.
His door popped open and her brows lifted as he rounded the car.
Her door clicked and he was suddenly unlatching her seatbelt and hauling her out of the seat.
Adrenaline shot through her veins as he pinned her to the cool exterior.
His mouth crashed over hers, penetrating her senses and calling her body to full alert.
She leaned into him and he pulled back, eyeing her for an uncertain moment. “Is that really what you want, me to take control?”
A shaky nod and he spun her to face the car, her hips colliding with the curve of the hood and his hands groping her ass. His fingers slipped under the elastic band of her pants, teasing warm flesh and she hummed. He pressed his hips against hers, showing how hard he was.
Her arms stretched over the heated hood as the cooling engine pinged and he panted behind her. She waited, silently begging for more. His fingers stroked down her ponytail, giving a tug at the end. She moaned, arching back for him.
His hold released on her hair and her pants were shoved down her backside, exposing the top half of her ass. His fingers dug into her soft flesh, squeezing tightly.
“I can be gentle,” he murmured, his strong hands massaging with a firm grip that belied his words.
Between shallow breaths, she whispered, “I don’t want you to be gentle.”
His fingers again dug into her flesh as his other hand massaged the front of her sex. His warm mouth closed over her ass cheek, kissing and seducing her. “I’m very wet, Elliot. You keep teasing me.”
He paused, his exhaled breath cooling the wet kiss mark he’d left on her skin. “I want you,” he whispered and she smiled.
“I want you too, but if you don’t stop teasing me I’m going to do the job myself.
” Her pants went up with a snap as her body was jerked away from the car and he hauled her toward the house, his fingers tight around her wrist. The alarm beeped as he punched in the code and pulled her through the doorway.
She practically skipped over the threshold, giddy with eagerness.
Once in the foyer, he shoved her back against the wall and delivered another mind scrambling kiss, which left her breathless. Melting under his attention, she sighed and eased her weight into the wall.
“Eyes on me.”
She sucked in a breath as he pinched her nipple through the cotton of her shirt, her gaze flashing to his face. Her body trembled with unrefined desire.
His hand slid down her front, toyed with the elastic band of her pants. “I’m in charge?”
She barely nodded, but it was enough. Permission granted, his fingers slipped into the front of her panties and she gasped at the first brush of his finger to her clit, her knees going weak.
His finger teased her slit, sliding over her wet folds and delving inside of her sex with shallow dips.
Her head rolled back as she drew in a deep breath.
“I said look at me.”
She flushed, his distracting touch making it hard to focus on any rules. “Sorry.”
“Do you want me to stop?”
She shook her head. “No.” She gasped as his finger slipped fully inside of her.
“Then keep looking at me.” He glided his finger in and out of her, and she was glad the wall supported her weight.
“I want to see your body,” he commanded.
Her heart raced as the intensity of his gaze drilled into her. She lifted her tank top to the top of her chest and a masculine grunt escaped his throat. Her sports bra left her covered and she wished she’d chosen a nicer one that morning.
Elliot’s thumb grazed her clit. “More. Pull your bra down.”
Yes. She loved this demanding side of him, loved his directness and loved giving in to him. She breathed fast, her hard nipples pressing against the constricting bra. With jagged motions, she shifted her arms through the straps and lowered it to her ribs.
His head dropped and he licked over one turgid nipple as she gasped, her blood pumping like lava as her fingers combed through his hair.
“Elliot…”
His finger sank deeper, penetrating faster. His head jerked back, their breath mingling in the combined heat of their bodies. He yanked her leggings down, exposing her ass against the wall as his hands coasted over her hips and his mouth pleasured her breasts.
He nudged her thighs apart, but her pants limited her. “Take them off.” His hot command sent his warm breath over her damp nipples.
She shimmied out of the constricting pants, kicking her shoes and socks aside. Elliot took a step back. She leaned against the wall, only a sports bra twisted around her ribs.
He eyed her from tits to toes then met her gaze. “Your nipples are wet.”
She glanced at her chest noting the tightly ruched tips of her breasts, damp from his mouth. “Yes, they are.”
“So are your thighs.”
Arousal gathered with each word, her body begging for him to touch her again.
He glanced at his fingers and her face heated. He crowded her against the wall, his fingers stroking her folds and her body melted into him. “Look at you. I come close and you whimper. I tease you and you moan. I touch you and you’re wet.”
“Elliot please.” She’d never been so aroused. Her mind teetered on the precipice of something dark and carnal, one little push and she’d tip over the razor-sharp edge.
“Please what, Nadia?” A damp trail teased up her stomach as he dragged his fingers toward her mouth.
“I need you.”
Holding her stare, he dragged his fingers up her throat, over the curve of her jaw, and to her lips. The scent of her arousal filled her lungs. “Taste.”
Her lips parted and his finger slid over her tongue, rich with the tang of sex. Her mouth closed around his knuckle, sucking gently. He pushed a little deeper and she moaned. His nostrils flared and he growled, pulling his fingers in and out in clear simulation.
When he withdrew his fingers their gazes held for a moment, implication dilating his eyes. She needed him and couldn’t wait another second. Licking her lips, she whispered, “Do you want me on my knees, Elliot?”
He nodded and she slid down the wall, her lashes lifting to watch his expression as she unlatched his belt. Sliding his zipper apart, she leaned her head against the wall, letting him take the lead.
“Show me what you want,” she rasped. “I’m yours.”
His hand trembled slightly as he reached into his pants, his fingers curling around his thick length. Uncertainty flashed in his eyes as their gazes crossed, but it was quickly masked.