Chapter Six
Seth
The house went quiet an hour ago, but I didn’t shut down with it.
I can’t get Ellie out of my head. I tried working but couldn’t focus.
I wore a path in the floor, feeling like a caged animal, and I even tried stretching out on the bed but instead just lay there staring at the ceiling like it might knock some sense into me, and I’m still riddled with thoughts of her.
Dancing was supposed to give me a chance to leash the hunger that was clawing at me after those kisses that left me half-mad with wanting her.
But the second she was in my arms, I knew I’d made a mistake.
The feel of her soft curves, the sway of her hips against mine, and the lust in her eyes were gasoline on a fire I’d barely held in check.
I shouldn’t have kissed her. I promised myself I wouldn’t cross that line with Taylor’s sister.
I don’t want to risk my relationship with Taylor.
But when Ellie was sharing what I could tell were long-held secrets, I found myself noticing little things I’ve never paid attention to with other women, like the way her perfume mixed with the ocean air and the way her smile reached her eyes.
Then those little things took a back seat to the important ones, the ones that spoke to my heart, like the love in her eyes when she talked about her family, even when she was complaining about her father, and the heartache in her voice when she spoke about her mother.
I wanted to go back in time and protect her from that pain.
I told myself I wanted to kiss those bad memories away, but that was an excuse.
I’d wanted to kiss her before we even got into the limbo line, and after, when she was in my arms for the first time, that desire had magnified.
By the time we finished dinner, the urge was too strong to deny.
It was supposed to be one kiss. One taste to get her out of my system.
But fuck. Here I am, restless as hell, needing something—anything—to distract me from the ache of wanting her.
I head out of my bedroom to get a drink. Moonlight slices through the terrace doors as I cross the living room and pour a shot of whiskey, hoping it will take the edge off. I toss it back, and it burns on the way down, but it doesn’t touch the desire gnawing at me.
My fingers tighten around the glass when I hear soft footsteps behind me.
I turn, and my fucking heart beats faster at the sight of Ellie, barefoot, wearing a thin sleep shirt that skims her thighs, her hair tousled around her shoulders.
Moonlight catches her skin, her eyes, the faint curve of a smile, and every thought I was trying to drown comes roaring back ten times sharper.
I’m no stranger to wanting women, but this is unlike anything I’ve felt before.
It’s not just want. It’s a firestorm. The kind of attraction that leaves a man two choices: fight it with everything he has, or get scorched.
I’ve never wanted to be burned alive before, but I’d jump into a fucking volcano if it meant getting my mouth on her.
Her gaze flicks to the glass in my hand. “You couldn’t sleep either?”
My throat spits out a rough laugh. “Not a wink.”
She saunters closer, the hem of her shirt swaying with each step, and leans against the bar. “Is there something on your mind keeping you up?”
I set the glass down, holding her gaze. “More like someone. You?”
“Maybe.” Her lips curve, just enough to tease.
Fuck. The air between us snaps and sizzles.
The reasons I shouldn’t touch her war with the savage pull to haul her against me and finish what we started.
I clench my teeth against that internal battle.
“Sweetheart, you keep looking at me like that, and I’ll make damn sure you don’t get any sleep tonight. ”
She tips her chin up, defiance shining in her eyes. “That’s big talk, Mr. Braden.”
She’s killing me, standing there in next to nothing, looking at me like she wants me to break every damn rule I set for myself.
But my head is so wrapped up in her, I don’t fully trust my judgment, so I lean close enough to feel the heat rolling off her skin and brush my knuckles lightly down her arm, testing the waters.
Her eyes darken, her nipples pebble against her flimsy shirt, and her breathing hitches, nearly shredding my restraint.
But she’s still Taylor’s sister.
“We’re playing with fire, sexy girl. I don’t want to screw up my relationship with your brother.”
“I thought gentlemen didn’t kiss and tell,” she says, pure seduction wrapped in challenge.
“Fuck it” roars out of me before reason can step up.
I catch her face in my hands and crush my mouth to hers, fierce and devouring.
Our tongues tangle, her hungry moans burning through me like a match strike.
Her back hits the bar. “Fuck. Sorry.” She grabs my hair, tugging my mouth to hers, arching into me.
I grind against her, earning the sexiest, neediest sounds, and she’s right there with me, her hands moving feverishly over my body, driving me out of my fucking mind.
My hands are on a mission of their own, groping her breasts, her ass, the sweet dip of her waist, but it’s not enough, and there’s no slowing down.
I push my hand into her panties and growl at the feel of her drenched pussy.
“So damn wet for me.” I push two fingers into her tight heat, and her head falls back with a moan. “Give me your mouth,” I demand.
We feast on each other as she rides my fingers. Our kisses turn feral, teeth gnashing, tongues plunging. I work her clit with my thumb, earning gasps and moans that make my cock ache to be inside her. She pushes up onto her toes, her thighs shaking, her pussy tightening. “I need my mouth on you.”
“Yes—”
I tear off her shirt, and she’s a fucking dream come true, all gorgeous tits and skimpy panties that have got to go.
“My God, you’re stunning.” I hoist her onto the bar and tear off those sexy panties.
When I whip off my glasses and toss them beside her, our eyes lock, the hunger in hers a fucking aphrodisiac in and of itself.
She watches as I press my hands to her thighs, spreading them wide.
“Look at you, so ready for me.” I drag my tongue along her pussy.
“Fuck, baby. You’re sweeter than champagne. ”
She laughs, her cheeks pinking up, so fucking beautiful, it’s hard to take.
I chase that reaction, taking another taste and slicking my tongue over her clit, earning a long, pleasure-soaked moan that I feel in my cock.
But she doesn’t look away, her eyes blazing, as I growl, “More intoxicating than whiskey.” Her blush deepens, and hell if that doesn’t twist me up inside.
I bury my mouth between her legs, trying to chase that unfamiliar twist away, turning her sexy moans into more greedy sounds.
I feast on her, using fingers, teeth, and tongue, making her writhe, whimper, and moan.
Every sensual sound slithers beneath my skin, fueling my need for more.
She fists her hands in my hair, rocking against my mouth. “Yes…oh God…don’t stop.”
I could eat her all night long and never tire of hearing her beg. I push two fingers inside her, seeking that magical spot, and take her clit between my teeth, teasing it with my tongue.
“Ohgodohgodohgod.” Her fingers dig into my shoulders, her thighs trembling.
“Seth. Ah. Yes.” I quicken my efforts, and my name shoots from her lips like I’m her fucking savior.
I stay with her, reveling in her bucking hips, the sinful sounds sailing from her lungs, and the sweetness of her arousal.
When she finally comes down from the high, I’m too fucking greedy and send her right back up to the peak, holding her there.
When the last of her orgasm pulses through her, I kiss my way up her body, slowing to tease her breasts, earning more needful sounds.
Her eyes are hazy, her breathing ragged, as I make my way up to her mouth and take her in a merciless kiss that has my cock throbbing and her hips rocking.
I tear my mouth away, gritting out, “Damn, sweetheart, you’re my new favorite addiction. ”
Her smile is as embarrassed as it is thrilled. She pushes at my shirt, panting out, “Off.”
That’s it, baby. Get aggressive. I grab my shirt with both hands and rip it open. Buttons fly over the bar. She laughs as I strip it off, and damn, that’s the sweetest sound. I reach for my wallet. “Fuck. Condoms are in the bedroom.”
“I’m protected,” she says quickly, and reaches for the button on my shorts.
I strip them off with my boxer briefs, and then there’s no stopping, no thought of tomorrow, no rules, only the inferno we’ve been fighting all night burning through us like wildfire.
Her legs lock around my waist as I haul her off the bar and drive into her.
A surge of pleasure engulfs me as her cry fuses with my curse, ruthless and raw.
Our hungry sounds tear through the air, coiling around us as we surrender to a brutal collision of desire, desperation, and emotions I try to silence by tugging her mouth to mine.
Our kisses are wild and messy, our lovemaking reckless and fevered, as an orgasm crashes over her, and she cries out my name. I pump and grind, holding her ass with both hands as we ride out her pleasure.
When she goes soft in my arms, our bodies still connected, I carry her to the couch and lower her down, sinking deeper into her tight heat. She inhales, sharp and ragged, and holy hell, pleasure radiates through me. I’ve never felt anything so perfect.
She grins up at me, eyes full of lust, and grinds her hips, like she can’t stop herself from anchoring me deeper inside her. “You just earned that Superman cape back.”
A rough laugh tumbles out. “Fuck Superman. I’m going for Iron Man.”
Silencing our laughter with a hungry kiss, I pump my hips, then dip my head to tease her nipple with my tongue.
She moans, bowing beneath me as I suck her nipple to the roof of my mouth.
She cries out, her fingernails cutting so deep, I know they’ll scar, and I fucking welcome it.
I continue teasing and sucking, grazing my teeth over the taut peak.
“Seth—” she pants out, desperate and needy.
I reclaim her mouth, capturing all that want, and try to go slow, to savor the taste of her, the heat thrumming between us.
But she feels too damn good, meeting my every thrust with a rock of her hips, a squeeze of her pussy.
The intensity builds like a mounting storm, and we pound out a frantic rhythm, kissing, biting, and moaning.
“Jesus, you feel good,” I say gruffly against her lips like a numbskull, too lost in her to say something more eloquent.
But as our mouths come together again, I make it up to her with my body.
Lifting her legs at the knees, I take her deeper.
Her moans vibrate through me as I guide her legs over my hips, quickening my efforts, and lower my mouth to her neck.
Sucking and grazing my teeth over her flesh, I revel in her nails digging deeper, her legs squeezing tighter, and then she shatters, screaming my name like a fucking prayer.
Her pussy clamps around my cock, sending a bolt of pleasure shooting through me.
Fighting against my own release, I push my arms under her, holding her tight as I take her in another ravenous kiss.
Fuck Iron Man. I want to surpass him and be her very own superhero, better than any she could ever imagine.
We ride out her climax, and I take her right up to the peak of another.
She clings to me like a lifeline, her body trembling, squeezing me like a vise, and she pants out, “Seth…Come with me.” Her plea pulls me past the point of no return, sending waves of pleasure crashing through me in merciless torrents, a relentless undertow dragging me deeper into her, until I can’t tell where she ends and I begin.
Our sounds echo around us, the pleasure lasting so long, I’m sure I’ve died and gone to heaven.
When she goes boneless beneath me with a sweet, sated sigh, her fingertips brushing my shoulders, I bury my face in her neck, breathing her in as our bodies twitch with aftershocks.
“Jesus, El,” I rasp, my voice ragged. “I think you’re the one with the superpowers.
You’ve turned distraction into an art form. ”
Her laugh is shaky, spent, and so damn real, I want to memorize it.
I lift my face to see hers, and my chest constricts at the depths of emotions staring back at me.
I should leave it at this, say a swift good night, and try to rein in my own emotions.
But in this moment, I know two things for sure.
I’m not leaving, and we’re not nearly done.