Chapter 26
CHAPTER
TWENTY-SIX
ELODIE
Oh my god.
I don’t know why he’s here. I’m not going to ask him, though. Not when his mouth is on me, not when he’s just taken my shirt off. I could also be offended that he thinks my place is small or that I live in the hood.
He’s not wrong.
I’ve sacrificed my living arrangements in an effort to stabilize my business so that one day I can do more. Be more. Have more. It’s what I want. What I’ve worked for since I was eighteen years old. Since I’ve been on my own.
“You deserve everything,” he exhales.
I don’t know if that’s true, but I also don’t want to have this discussion, not now. Not anytime soon. Because I want his lips to touch me again. He smiles as he looks at me, shifting back slightly so he can look into my eyes.
“I don’t,” I whisper. “But I love that you think so.”
I gasp when his fingers pinch my nipples, then he tugs, and my head falls backward slightly. I feel my hair graze my back. I’ve never been so grateful to have been braless in my entire life than I am in this moment.
“I’m too old for you, Haze,” he murmurs, then I feel his mouth touch the center of my throat.
He thinks the problem is my age, or even his. But he doesn’t realize the issue is more about how much I want him.
Because I do. I want him a whole hell of a lot, and I don’t think I’m going to be able to just forget him or walk away. I’m his. Even if he doesn’t realize it, because I sure as hell am not going to embarrass myself by announcing it. But I am his.
His hands reach around to my ass, gripping me there before he picks me up. My hands fly to his biceps, holding on to him as he carries me over to my bed. It doesn’t take long, maybe just a few steps, but it’s the best ten steps of my day.
Wrath places me on the bed, and my entire body trembles with excitement, but he doesn’t leave me there for long. As I look up at him, all of the questions, concerns, and insecurities disappear because those light-brown eyes of his completely and totally consume every single part of me.
He wrenches his gaze from mine as he shifts down my body. I open my mouth to tell him to stop, but before any words come out, my shorts are wrenched from my body, rendering me completely naked.
Bare for him.
A loud gasp escapes my lips, so loud that I don’t even realize it’s come from my mouth, and that’s because Wrath has just buried his face between my legs. His tongue slides through my folds, swirling my clit before it slides through my folds again, then he repeats the move.
If I thought his fingers felt amazing, his mouth might actually be magical.
Wrath’s all tongue, lips, teeth, and I never want him to stop. He eats me like I’m the last meal he’ll ever have, and he wants to savor every single drop, but also can’t get it fast enough.
Holy shit.
Lifting my hips, I reach out and tangle my fingers in his hair. I can feel the scruff from his beard against the apex of my thighs, and it adds a layer of erotica that I didn’t even know existed.
I pull his face closer to me. I know it’s brazen and probably completely unladylike, but I also don’t care.
I’m running on vibes and feelings right now, and I need to feel more of him.
My body becomes not my own; instead, it’s like I’m on the outside looking in, watching the way I move my hips against his face, pulling him closer by his hair, and for the first time in my entire life, taking control of my own orgasm.
Because I am close.
So damn close.
He moans, and the sensation sends vibrations from the inside out. With that, a moan that I don’t even realize comes from me, escapes my throat and fills the room, bouncing off the walls around us.
“Coast,” I exhale.
He hums again, then I feel his mouth focus on my clit, where he sucks gently, and then his tongue flicks the bundle of nerves.
But that isn’t what causes me to cry out his name.
When two fingers slip inside me, curling and making a come-hither motion, that mixed with the attention on my clit is almost too much.
Coast doesn’t stop; he doesn’t even hesitate. He goes all in and continues to work me, and it doesn’t take much, just another two flicks of his tongue, before I’m right there. Falling, tumbling, careening down the hill. And as every single muscle in my entire body tightens—I come.
But he doesn’t stop there. He doesn’t let me bask in my release. No, he slips his fingers from inside me and turns his head, touching the inside of my thigh with his scruff and his mouth, and I’m forced to release my grasp on his hair.
Something that I actually have to instruct my brain to do, because I don’t think I can physically do anything other than attempt to breathe in this moment. Then he slides up the center of my body, and I feel the head of his cock pressed against my center.
I don’t know when he got his pants down, but he’s still wearing his T-shirt and vest, which I don’t know why, but it’s just as hot as if he were naked. Though I think, since I’m completely naked, I might want him to be as well.
But this is frenzied, this wasn’t a sexy slow time, and he further proves that when he slams deep inside me with one thrust.
“Look at me,” Coast demands.
My eyes pop open and immediately connect to his as my body adjusts to his amazing intrusion.
His lips twitch into a smirk, as if he can read my mind.
Maybe he can. I don’t know, and I don’t really care either.
He feels so good that I would shout it from the rooftop if I weren’t so completely enamored and speechless by the way he’s watching me right now.
“I want to look into your eyes when I make you come again, Haze. I want to see every single thing I make you feel.”
Wow. And then he moves, his hips roll, and I know instantly that this isn’t fucking. He might be fully dressed, we might not know a damn thing about one another, and he might have lived a whole life before I was born—but this isn’t just fucking.
This is so much bigger.