Chapter 12
ELODIE
It’s the way that I want it. Hayes’s kisses are anything but soft. And because we are both equally kissing like starved people, then I’m not sure who is more desperate for the other. One thing doesn’t make sense to me, though. He makes my heart race, but I somehow feel calm with him in this moment.
We’ve kissed already since he’s been back, but this has more reverence.
His tongue strokes mine with insistence as I fist his blazer to hang on. Then things only escalate. It’s one angle in one kiss, then a new angle in another. His hands cradle my head, and I’m giving zero signs that I’m going to pull away.
All because I desperately want this. He's occupied my mind non-stop, and he has the key to open every single door inside me.
Our kisses become hurried and unmeasured, and there is no stopping. Sometimes logic and curiosity collide. I’m not going to make logic out of this right now. Sometimes we need to see how far we’ll go and test limits, even if it is something wild.
My world begins to spin as we move.
He’s leading us back, and we nearly tumble into a bathroom stall.
I yelp, and he chuckles under his breath. We slam the door for extra precaution and find ourselves in a very close space. At last, our eyes lock for a quick, quiet confirmation that this is what we’re doing.
“You remember, don’t you? The way it was. You and me. The connection didn’t stop,” he rasps with his fingers clasping the back of my neck.
I slowly nod the truth before we kiss harshly.
I can’t say that what’s transpiring is a profound moment other than giving in.
But it is most definitely a memory that will chase us for years to come.
Hayes seems to bring out that side of me.
I never would have done what I did on the island, and letting us transpire in this setting also seems like I’m pushing boundaries.
But it’s safe. Because it’s him.
“Fuck, Elodie. Your mouth looks really good swollen from my kiss.” His voice is husky.
“Then don’t stop,” I beg.
He must sense the need in my voice, because one step and he has me trapped between the wall and his body.
My dress gives him zero obstacles, and with one touch, he’s hiking up my dress, taking my leg with him until it’s wrapped around his thigh.
A shiver runs through me from anticipation as he slides his fingers along my inner thigh, straight to my drenched lace panties.
For a second, I’m thankful that we have a fabric barrier because I’m in sensory overload.
I’m craving his touch, and adrenaline shoots through me that Hayes is about to touch me intimately.
I gasp tightly as his fingers slip under the fabric and we touch skin to skin. His other hand rests over my head against the wall.
“Is this the way you’ve always been around me? The way you will always be?” His tone is firm and adamant that I answer only one way.
It doesn’t matter because it’s the truth. “Yes,” I rasp.
His sinful smirk appears as our gaze holds, and his finger flicks my clit.
“Thought so.”
I’m burning up, and his eyes on me only add to it. I whimper when two fingers intrude inside me. My hands splay at my sides on the wall to hang on for balance.
“You’ve been waiting for me, haven’t you?” Another pump inside me. “Since we saw one another again. You’ve been waiting for me to touch you.” With purpose, he slows his movement, a finger inside me and his thumb on my clit.
I’m searching his eyes for his thoughts, but all I see is realization. “Yes,” I barely whisper as my breath is heavy.
“Good. Because I’ve been waiting a hell of a lot longer than that.”
His remark causes me to light up inside. For a second, something more intense is happening in this moment that has nothing to do with being physical. It’s the reminder that even after we left that island, we both occupied one another’s minds.
And that just sends us into a spiral.
Our mouths meet for a kiss that is messy yet feels far too good. His fingers drive up to yank down my panties, and my fingers begin to fumble with his belt. In the process, my thumb brushes against his hard stomach muscles.
I pull down his boxer briefs and pants to mid-thigh as he pulls out a condom from his pocket easily.
I simper a laugh. “You came prepared. You always carry those around like that?”
His mouth finds my neck for a quick nip as he sheathes himself. “Only when I’m around you.”
“And you stalk me to a bathroom,” I tease him.
“You’re snarky today.”
I hum a blissful sound right before my body tightens as I feel his tip about to enter, and it’s pure anticipation. He invites my leg to wrap around his waist, and he parts my legs slightly wider. I’m hyperaware of his strength to keep me anchored and his dominance to lead us.
One of his hands remains on my thigh, and his other fingers burrow deep into my hair. I’m completely at his mercy.
My moan is quieted by him kissing me as he enters me.
Hayes reads my body and goes slow the first few pumps before he works up to going deeper and slightly rougher.
Every kiss erasing my thoughts, every thrust sending me close to a ledge.
I feel completely full from his solid length, and the sound of his grunts drowns out my anticipation.
We’re already too deep into what is transpiring between us.
I’m greedy and try to take more, and I roll my hips and tighten my thighs around him. My head spins as he continues to hit me against that spot deep within. Our breathing is labored as we work together. We don’t have time to prolong this.
That will be for another time.
The fact that it is already my expectation is a flag. One that I push to the side because I’m too lost in this bliss. It does something extra to me to know this man wants me this much, and I can’t help but keep him on a line because I want him.
Here we are, tightly wound and fucking in a bathroom.
He murmurs something into my skin below my ear.
I can’t make it out, but it feels like praise.
His body, his cock, and his commanding lips all have me anchored to earth, even if I feel like I’m floating.
Our eyes catch as he slows but takes me as deep as he can.
His force. Our breathing is music, and I feel his pulse matching mine.
He captures my mouth, our lips meet, but not for a kiss; my moan escapes into his mouth as I hold onto his shoulders.
I’m barely hanging on, and when he begins to shatter, so do I.
It’s all a blur as every nerve-ending releases from the ache that had me crazed for him to touch.
My body is numb as he gently sets me down, and my eyes flutter to adjust to the light. He’s panting as he zips up his pants.
“So this is what you wanted?" I whisper, because the truth is that I just succumbed to his chase. The one that I believe I’ve wanted.
He helps me adjust my dress while our eyes hold. “It’s a bonus, but there are still many other ways and places where I can take you.”
I turn away and leave the stall with him trailing behind. My first view in the mirror shows a wanton woman, flushed, and completely over her head. Yet elated in every way. I walk to the sink and place my hands on the counter to gather myself and cool down.
“Is it what you wanted?” I hear him say, and my gaze snaps from the mirror to Hayes, who gives his shirt one last straightening before he sets his hand on the handle of the door to the ladies’ room.
I’m not sure how to lighten the mood to point out the setting of choice for where we had sex, or admit vulnerability that I’m completely captivated by him and every second has been exhilarating and somehow right.
My answer is simply a subtle, wry smile.
“Thought so.” His look is smug before he unlocks the door and leaves me be.
With luck, the sitter had already gotten Lola down to sleep for the night.
I flop down onto my mattress and stare up at the ceiling.
My body is still buzzing. The last time I had sex was when we created Lola.
And sex in a public bathroom? Yeah, that’s never happened before, nor was it on my Elodie-lives-reckless list. But that’s Hayes. He brings out another side of me.
I’m torn between grumbling with myself and letting my giddy smile break out.
The sound of my phone alerting me to a text message breaks my train of thought.
I roll onto my belly and pick up my phone.
One swipe of my screen and the smile wins.
I can imagine Hayes’s satisfied grin as he wrote the text.
Sighing, I flip like a pancake to my back, unsure if I’ll sleep or not.
It’s either awake because of my thoughts or sound asleep because of my physical exhaustion. I read the text once more.
Hayes
Next time I’d prefer a bed, but I appreciate how resourceful we can be. Get some sleep. You’ll need your strength if you plan on resisting me tomorrow.