Chapter 41
CHAPTER
FORTY-ONE
ELODIE
Coast closes the distance between us. I watch as he shrugs his vest off, tossing it on the back of the sofa. He reaches behind him, gripping his T-shirt between his shoulders, and pulls it off over his head, exposing the tattoos and muscles that cover his body.
I want to lick them.
I want to trace every square inch of him with my tongue.
It’s almost as if I’ve completely forgotten every single thing that naked woman said to me just yesterday. Because he’s here, in front of me… stripping down, and my desire to see him naked, to feel his body against mine, suddenly outweighs what that woman said and all of the tears I cried.
He kicks his boots off, sliding them to the side of the room with his foot. I have no idea where they land, and more importantly, I don’t care. Then I watch as he takes another step so he’s directly in front of me. He only stops when he’s just a few inches away.
Coast is so close, I can feel his heat radiating from his body to mine. It’s almost as good as his touch, but not quite. I need that touch. Crave it. And in this moment, I forget to be angry with him. At least right now. Maybe I’ll be upset again after.
But right now, I just want him.
He reaches out, and my breath hitches when his rough, warm palm slides along my jaw, cupping my cheek as his gaze searches mine. I am frozen. Every muscle in my entire body is completely frozen as he looks into my eyes.
“You got any idea what you do to me, Haze?” he asks.
My frozen body jerks, and I shake my head, taking a step backward as I hold the sash of my robe a little tighter. Tilting my head to the side, I stare into his eyes. His words were the wrong ones because they instantly broke the spell.
“Do you mean that I am so forgettable you don’t even come back for your drink?
Or maybe you don’t even contact me for two days and then just show up at my house, with the key I let you borrow for what I thought was an hour or two?
” I ask. “Or maybe it’s the women you’re fucking down at your clubhouse every time you go back there? Is that what I do to you?”
The asshole has the nerve to smile at me. A grin tugs at his lips as he closes the distance that I tried to put between us by taking half a step forward. Then he surprises me. He wraps his arms around me, placing his palms against my back, and hauls my body against his.
My chest presses against his as I tilt my head back slightly so I can look up into his eyes. His light-brown eyes search mine. They are glittering, and my whole body trembles in his arms at the beautiful sight.
“Woman,” he growls, shifting his head down closer. His lips touch mine, and as much as I wish I could stop my body from trembling even harder, I cannot. “You fuckin’ undo me.”
His mouth slams against mine, his tongue dipping inside me, swirling, tasting every part of me. He’s kissing me like he’s dying of thirst in the desert and I’m the mirage he’s found with a fresh spring that can quench his thirst.
And I let him.
Not only do I let him—I want him to. And if he stopped right now, I would probably beg him to continue. Thankfully, he doesn’t. His tongue moves inside me, taking, consuming… owning.
I give it to him, all of me, even though I know I shouldn't. He’s already made it clear that I’m not a priority. He hasn’t denied a damn thing about the other women, and I know it makes me pathetic, but I don’t think I care, and that’s something I’ll have to deal with at another time.
He nibbles on my bottom lip, tugging on the flesh once before he breaks the kiss. His breathing comes out shakily, and when I reach up to brace myself so that I don’t fall, curling my fingers around his biceps, I notice that his muscles are trembling as well.
“You’re shaking, Coast.”
He grunts, lifting his head, those light-brown eyes searching mine for a moment before his lips tug up into a grin. “Haze,” he murmurs, “you’re the only damn thing in the fuckin’ world that could make me shake.”
God. Now that’s hot.
I don’t get the chance to even tell him how hot it is.
Because before I can say anything else, the sash of my robe is ripped away.
My hands fall to my sides, my robe falls to the floor, and my body is lifted into the air.
His fingers grip my ass tightly, digging into the flesh there as he carries me.
I expect him to take me to the bed, especially considering it’s just a few feet away, but he doesn’t. Instead, he turns us around and presses my back against the wall, his hips between my thighs.
I curl my fingers around the back of his neck, my nails digging into his flesh as my head falls back, bouncing against the wall. Coast’s lips touch the center of my throat, his tongue snaking out to taste me there, and when he does, my entire body trembles again.
And now it’s me shaking in his arms.
He releases my ass, his hips pressing against me the only thing holding me against the wall, that and my thighs wrapping high around his hips. Then I hear the sound of his belt clanking before rustling fabric and the heavy fall of his jeans when they hit the floor.
Coast shifts around, kicking his jeans to the side, and then he reaches around me, unwrapping my legs from his waist, dropping my feet to the floor. I don’t know what I expect him to do, but it’s not what he does.
His eyes meet mine, and then, without a word, he sinks down to his knees. Reaching up, he grips my breasts, squeezing gently before he pinches my nipples, tugging on them. The motion sends zings of desire straight to my belly and then my pussy.
He gently glides his hand up the back of my calf, picking my leg up and draping it over his shoulder. His gaze flicks up to meet mine, his eyes searching. I hold my breath as I wait for him to put his mouth right where I want it.
I don’t even have to ask.
My mouth drops open to cry out or whimper, maybe even moan, with anticipation of what’s going to happen.
I’m not sure what is going to come out, but it doesn’t matter because not a single sound escapes my lips before his mouth is between my legs.
I feel his tongue slide through my center, then swirl my clit.
My head falls back, and the loud thud from it hitting the wall echoes around us. My eyes slide closed as he begins to eat me. His tongue swirls my clit, sliding through my folds.
Sinking my teeth into my bottom lip, I roll my hips, reaching my arm down to slide my fingers through his hair, gripping the strands as I pull his head closer, because I want his mouth everywhere. Inside me, consuming me, whatever it is… that’s what I want.