Chapter Eighteen #2
Her breathing stutters, then she exhales a clipped, disbelieving breath. “That’s the stupidest question I’ve ever heard.”
I crush my lips to hers in a brutal kiss.
She kisses me harder, pushing at my jacket like she’s done being scared.
I’ll make damn sure she’s never scared again.
Ravenous for her, I pin her to the wall, because letting her go for even a second feels impossible.
She’s right there with me, every kiss an apology and a demand, burying the wreckage, taking back what we lost, and needing so much more.
Burning through the distance, the anger, until there’s nothing left but the want that never really left either of us.
We’re frantic and greedy as we kick off our shoes and strip each other bare in a frenzy of searing kisses and laughter—always laughter with my sweet Ellie—until every barrier is gone.
We grope and devour, our naked bodies grinding together.
Her back hits the wall with a thud. She gasps into my mouth, and I swallow it down, taking her in more demanding kisses.
Christ, I missed her. I missed this, our connection, the way she feels right in my arms, the sounds she makes when we kiss, the hunger in her touch.
She pulls back far enough to look at me, her gorgeous eyes glassy, her lips swollen. “Seth” comes out fast, commanding attention and pleading to be heard. “I’ll never break your trust again.”
Her words land like matches to tinder. Every wall I built, every reason I told myself to walk away, goes up in the flames.
I reclaim her mouth, kissing her like I’ve been starving for her, and she meets me with the same wild need as I lift her into my arms. Her legs wind around me, and she sinks down, taking every inch of my aching cock.
She moans my name as I rasp, “Jesus, Ellie.”
“I missed you,” she says as her mouth comes hungrily down over mine.
Consumed with desire, need searing through my veins, I use the wall for leverage, pounding into her.
Something crashes to the floor, but I’m too lost in the sound of her moans, the feel of her clinging to me, the heat of her pussy swallowing my cock.
She matches my efforts move for move. Her fingernails dig into my shoulders, her inner muscles tightening with every powerful thrust. She tears her mouth away, crying out my name.
Her hips buck, her pussy clenching so tight, it takes all of my focus not to come.
I stay with her, thrusting and grinding as she hits the peak.
She feels fucking phenomenal, and she’s so damn sexy, owning her pleasure, moaning my name.
As she comes down from the high, I quicken my efforts, sending her right back up to the crest, and she cries out, shattering again.
She’s fucking beautiful, head back, breasts bouncing, as I drive into her again and again, gritting my teeth to stave off my own release.
“God,” she pants out, going soft in my arms, her head dipping beside mine. “How do you do that?”
“Trying to get my trade secrets, sexy girl?” I kiss her smiling lips.
“Only the useful ones,” she whispers breathlessly.
I grin. “Those’ll cost you.”
Still buried deep inside her, I carry her to the couch and sink down to the cushion with her straddling me.
Her knees bracket my hips, hair cascading over her breasts, the flush still high in her cheeks.
There’s a trace of laughter in her breath, a softness in the way she looks at me, and it twists through me, sharp and beautiful all at once.
I’ve scaled mountains, explored jungles, crawled through caves so spectacular they felt otherworldly, and descended into the deep, dark ocean, but nothing has ever gotten to me the way she does.
She leans forward, her hair curtaining our faces, and I rock my hips, earning a sexy gasp. Her lips curve into a taunting smile, her fingers trailing along the back of my neck. “You flew halfway across the world for this. Guess I’d better make it good.”
I skim my hands over her waist and palm her ass. “No, beautiful. I came for you.”
She responds with a fiery kiss, igniting the blaze that always lingers right beneath our surface, and we give in to the fury of lust and longing.
Heat builds in my chest as she moves, clinging to my shoulders, riding my cock with the same desperation that’s clawing through me, like she never wants to stop.
I thrust and grind, earning gasps and moans.
Her breath catches against my ear, and control goes out the window.
I want more, and I want it now. I slide my hand between us, teasing that sensitive bundle of nerves, which has her gasping, her nails carving into my shoulders.
I lean up and take her tit into my mouth, sucking and teasing her nipple with my teeth.
“Seth,” she pleads. “Ohgod…Seth…”
Her sinful pleas heighten my arousal. Need and greed intertwine, coiling inside me, growing hotter, tighter, until I feel like I’m going to snap. “Ride me faster,” I growl, and she does, like a fucking goddess. “That’s it, baby. Good girl.”
Her whimpers and sexy sounds fill the air.
Every breath, every rock of her hips, drags me deeper into her as we chase our high together.
I quicken my thrusts, working her clit faster, and grab a handful of her hair with my other hand, tugging her head back.
I suck her nipple to the roof of my mouth.
She cries out, so loud and untethered, it vibrates around my cock as her orgasm claims her.
She bucks and moans, her pussy squeezing my dick so tight, my release slams into me in unrelenting waves of ecstasy.
Her name roars from my lips like a war cry, unraveling us anew as we ride out our pleasure.
When the world finally stills, I hold her tight, and she winds her arms around my neck, her body still trembling, our hearts pounding loud enough to drown out the silence.
The air smells like sex and sweetness, like us, and it’s everything I’ve been missing.
I brush a kiss over her lips and murmur, “My sweet, Ellie. Taylor. Sorry.”
“Ellie,” she whispers.
My fucking heart eats up that approval. “You sure, sweets?”
She nods, her eyes full of emotion. “It feels like it’s ours.”
Two weeks ago, ours wasn’t even on my radar. Now it’s all I want.
We stay there, wrapped in each other’s arms and the silence of the night. Words feel too small for what we’ve gone through. We both know what this is. It’s a fragile, hastily sewn patch that still has to stand the test of time and hold when the world tugs at its seams.
As she lifts her cheek from my shoulder and her smiling eyes find mine, I realize our fragile parts come from the weight of what we’ve been through and the ghosts of our past that we drag with us.
With willing hearts and a hell of a lot of determination, I think we’re finally learning how to set them down.