Chapter 25
Heathen
I swear I don't think I've ever met a less observant woman than her.
I'm not ducked down, hiding in the back of the SUV. I'm sitting in the middle of the second-row seat, and I'm not even close to being a small guy.
It's clear by the way she freezes when I speak that she had no fucking clue I was back here.
Her eyes meet mine in the rearview mirror, but instead of looking relieved, her eyes narrow and I can see her grow increasingly annoyed.
"You scared the shit out of me," she says, ire lacing her tone.
"You shouldn't be allowed out of the house unsupervised," I growl, wondering just how easily it would be for someone to victimize her with how unobservant she seems to be.
"You don't own me. I can leave anytime I want," she argues.
"I'm not telling you that you can't leave, but if you don't become more aware of your surroundings, I'm going to tie you to our fucking bed and never let you leave."
I swear my cock stirs in my jeans when her reflection lifts an eyebrow, as if she's challenging me to do just that.
"I fucking swear, Kaylee," I snap. "I could've been some psycho back here."
"You're blaming me for your lunacy?" she says, spinning around in the driver's seat so she can face me head-on. "Well if that isn't the most narcissistic thing I've heard all damn day."
"Do you know how easy it is to abduct a woman? Sell her into sexual slavery?"
She's distracted, her eyes locked on my lips, and I'm afraid she isn't hearing a damn word I'm saying.
"Kaylee Burke!" I snap.
Her eyes jolt up to mine.
"My name is—"
"Kaylee Burke ," I growl. "As in mine, woman. You're mine, if only for a little while, and during that time, I need you to be more cautious and attentive about your surroundings."
"Okay," she whispers, and I swear her tongue might as well be on that sensitive skin right under the head of my cock for how her quick agreement makes me feel.
"Okay?" I ask, a little flustered with this entire situation.
"I'll do better." Her words are soft, her distraction increasing as her gaze drifts back down to my mouth.
"Turn around, put your seatbelt on, and drive us back to the house," I say evenly, my control declining by the second.
She does exactly what I tell her to do, and there's just something about her obeying me that makes my skin come alive.
"You'll park to the far side of the garage," I instruct as we wait a few minutes for the gate to the property to fully open.
"Will you back the vehicle in later?"
"I'll take care of it," I tell her as she pulls up where directed and places the gear shift into park.
I scoot forward so I can be closer to her.
"Leave it running," I command when she reaches toward the button to turn the ignition off.
She stares straight ahead, her chest heaving, as if she already knows where this afternoon is going to go.
I know there are cameras all over the property, so I know that the ones pointed in this direction are behind where I've had her park. There's no way anyone with access to the feeds can see what's going on inside this vehicle. I can't say the same for the neighbors whose property sits behind this one, but the ten-foot-tall fence seems to be enough to hide us from anyone trying to take a peek.
I rest my chin on her shoulder, looking down the line of her body, all the while resisting the urge to wrap both arms around the seat and cup her perfect breasts in my hands.
"Lift your skirt," I tell her, grateful that she's wearing some of the clothes I left for her in the closet.
She hesitates for a few seconds, and I notice the tremble in her hands as she reaches for the hem of the fabric.
"Are you afraid?"
She shakes her head. "Nervous."
The word is a whisper, a confession of vulnerability, and I'm so glad she trusts me with it.
"Do you want to stop?"
Another shake of her head makes me smile.
"Any other confessions you need to make?" I ask when she shifts her weight enough in the seat that I can see the wet spot her body is making between her thighs.
We used the same bodywash after our mutual orgasms in the shower this morning, but I swear it smells completely different on her skin than it does on mine, and it's insanely intoxicating.
"Kaylee?" I prompt, and when she turns her face toward me, it puts her mouth in the perfect position to be kissed.
"Yes?" she pants, sounding as needy as I feel right now.
I shift, reaching down and attempting to reposition my cock, but the damn thing is more than a little eager to escape its denim restraints.
"Shift those wet panties to the side and let me see that pretty pussy of yours."
"Ellis," she moans, my name the sweetest sound on her lips.
With a trembling hand, she does as she's asked, and I swear I'd give every penny in my bank account to swipe my tongue right up the center of this woman.
"I'm fucking throbbing for you, baby," I confess. "My cock is so hard. Touch yourself."
She moves those delicate fingers of hers a lot faster this time than she did this morning, and I take a little pride in the way her hips buck against the first sweep of her fingers.
"Spread your legs, baby. Let me see you."
There's only so much that she can do sitting in the driver's seat, but she's small enough and a little maneuvering is all it will take.
"Bring your leg up here," I urge, holding my arm out.
She turns a little, making it easier to rest the crook of her knee across my forearm.
She's hot to the touch, her silky skin almost on fire with her need.
"Slide one inside," I say after a minute of watching two fingers make intoxicating circles around that sensitive clit of hers.
"Ellis," she moans as she obeys, one finger slipping inside easily.
Her hips jerk and I know she's mere seconds away from orgasm. As much as I could sit here and watch her fuck her own fingers, I'm well past being capable of teasing myself. I need the end as much as she does.
"Look at that pretty pussy grip that finger. I bet it would squeeze the fuck out of my cock. Jesus, baby. Look how wet you are." I pull in a deep breath, resisting the urge to pull her to the back seat and sink my cock to the hilt inside of her. "I bet it wouldn't even fit."
"Ellis," she moans again, her voice making my cock throb with need.
"You'd ache for days after I spent some time inside of you, wouldn't you, baby?"
"Oh," she whimpers, and I can tell by how rigid her body turns that she's coming.
I swear the scent of her arousal triples, thickening in the SUV, and making the windows begin to fog up despite the heat outside.
"Jesus, the way you come," I whisper, gripping her leg tighter as her body trembles.
Her breaths are loud in the SUV as she comes down, and I swear she looks a little drunk when she opens her eyes and rolls her head to the side so she can look in my eyes.
"What about you?" she whispers, and I get a little too lost in watching her mouth to fully understand what she's asking. "Don't you want my mouth on you?"
My cock, fully on board, jerks in my jeans.
"Kaylee," I warn.
"Don't you want my hands stroking you? My pussy gripping that thick cock of yours?"
"Kaylee." This time, her name on my lips is more like a plea because I want all of that. I have since the moment we got married and I pressed my lips to her cheek.
The scent of her made me half-drunk then, and it has left me feeling like I've been missing something all my life. It wasn't until I repeated those vows and was pronounced her husband that I realized it was something I didn't know to ask for.
"See you inside."
And like she didn't just come on her fingers, leaving a wet spot on the seat, she climbs out and goes inside the house.
I'm on her heels, like a puppy chasing after its owner first thing in the morning and breakfast is three hours late.
She giggles, turning my attention into a game, and I chase her up the stairs.
She doesn't hesitate to pull her dress over her head once the bedroom door is closed. A second later, she's kicking off her panties, leaving them in the middle of the floor, before going into the bathroom. When she leaves the door open, and I hear the sound of the water in the shower turning on, I consider it an invitation and don't waste a second kicking off my boots and stripping out of my clothes before joining her.
The water is warm by the time I step inside the shower, and the sight of her orgasm-flushed skin drenched makes my body ache for her even more.
"Here," she says, putting down a bottle of conditioner and stepping into me.
Her hands are the most perfect thing I've ever felt when she doesn't hesitate to take my cock into her slippery palm and run it right down the length of me.
I swear I've never felt anything more perfect in my life. I fight the urge to let my eyes roll into the back of my head because I don't want to miss a second of her touching me.
If she hadn't come so quickly in the SUV, I'd feel a little guilty about the tightness in my balls after mere seconds of enjoying her touch.
"Kaylee," I moan, the sound of my voice desperate and needy even to my own ears. "Please."
The second she looks up, I press my mouth to hers.
In the next breath, when her tongue presses to mine, I explode, my orgasm coating her skin for the second time today.
How in the world have I existed so long without this woman?