Chapter 51
CHAPTER
FIFTY-ONE
ELODIE
“Elodie,” he groans before he rests his forehead against mine. Something ignites inside me when he groans my name, as if sparks actually burst in my veins.
His hands slide down my throat before they curl around my waist, holding on to me. Coast tugs me close to him, and my hands grip his biceps as I tilt my head back. My eyes find his instantly.
“You didn’t do my dirty work for me, Haze. I shouldn’t have asked you to do what I did, but make no mistake, you were not doing my dirty work. I would never do that to you.”
“Then what do you call it?”
He hums as his gaze searches mine, obviously not bothered at all by my questions. Actually, it seems like he thinks I’m being cute. Which I’m not trying to be, really. I’m just trying to keep from climbing him and letting this entire conversation completely die by kissing him… consuming him.
“I call it recon.”
“Why?” I ask, wondering how in the hell recon is any different than me doing his dirty work, because it sounds really damn close to the same thing.
He shifts his head back slightly, but I keep talking. “Why did you burn that building down, and why did you involve me?”
“I told you,” he murmurs. My thighs tremble as he speaks.
I don’t know what it is, maybe his deep tone, the rumbling, the whispering.
Whatever it is, I’m finding it extremely hard to concentrate as he continues.
“I didn’t involve you. It was recon. I just needed to know the layout without being placed there, and you needed the work, so I wanted to make it worth your while. ”
“That’s all it was, and then it just happened to burn down?”
Arching a brow, I turn my head slightly as I wait for him to answer me. He chuckles, lowering his head, and shifts it closer, his nose sliding alongside my own. When I feel his head dip a little farther, and his lips brush mine, my entire body trembles.
I want him inside me. I don’t care if he put me out there.
I wouldn’t care if he hung me out to dry, at least not right now.
Whatever I’m upset about suddenly becomes unimportant.
My body doesn’t give a shit at all. Not in the freaking slightest. All I can think about is him inside me and the way it makes me feel when he is.
“Haze,” he begins, “it’s not that it happened to burn down, but if I tell you, you’re part of this world, and you can never leave. Are you ready to commit to me, to this?”
“Commit?” I ask.
I am ready to commit to anything if it means he kisses, touches, and is inside me within the next two minutes. But then I shake my head, coming back to reality, to the words that he’s just said to me.
Am I ready to commit?
To him.
To this.
To an entire future that is so uncertain it teeters on the brink of extreme foolishness and absolute terror.
He hums but doesn’t confirm what he’s said. Not that I wait long enough to let him. Instead, I continue talking, because if I don’t talk, I’m going to kiss him… all of him, every square inch of him, and I’m not going to care if someone walks in and sees us, either.
He releases my waist and cups my cheek. His thumb slices along my bottom lip, tugging at the flesh there before he lowers his head and touches his lips there, then his hand falls, and I feel his fingers grip my ass.
My body lifts in the air, and then he moves, walking forward before he turns and plants my ass on the edge of the kitchen counter.
“I’m dirty and sweaty from working all day,” I exhale, but the last thing I want is for him to stop touching me.
He grunts before lowering his head, his lips touching mine, and then I feel his hands at the waistband of my tight shorts. Then his hand is down inside my shorts. My legs instantly spread as he cups my center.
“Don’t give a fuck,” he murmurs, and every single inch of my skin prickles with goose bumps.
Hell.
Yes.
My head falls backward, bouncing against the cabinet door behind me as my eyes slide closed.
His fingers dip inside me, his palm grinding against my clit.
I know that I probably shouldn’t enjoy this as much as I do, but there’s something illicitly perfect about the fact that anyone could just waltz in here and see us.
Coast leans over me, his lips touching the shell of my ear. His breath washes over my ear, heavy and hot. I want to feel more. I want it all. His fingers slip inside me and he begins to move them, making a come-hither motion.
My breathing comes out in hot and heavy pants. Pinching my eyes closed, I shake my head from side to side, feeling the hard cabinet against the back of my skull. It doesn’t hurt, but I feel like I’m going to combust right here, as if I might turn into that burning building beneath Coast’s fingers.
“Fuck,” he hisses against my ear. “Tell me you want me, Haze. Tell me you’re mine.”
I don’t say anything, at least not yet. But I do want him.
Nothing could make me not want him at this point, I think.
Even though I have things to say, I don’t know how to voice them out loud, at least not right now.
I open my mouth, then snap my lips closed.
Nothing comes out, my throat doesn’t work, my vocal cords are completely shot.
I have nothing.
Except one thing does squeak out. Three little words.
Three words that change the trajectory of my entire life.
In an instant, my world has not just been flipped upside down, it’s been flipped upside down, shaken, and then turned right side up again.
I feel like my head is inside one of those snow globes.
“I’m yours, Coast.”
The words come out, and I can’t take them back, though I don’t think that’s something I want to do. I can feel his lips smile against the shell of my ear while his fingers continue their movements inside me.
My nails dig into the leather at his shoulders.
I hope I don’t damage the material, but on the other hand, I don’t give a shit, either.
I think about asking him what these vests mean.
They’re covered in patches that I have no doubt have some sort of significance, but I decide that I don’t care right now.
They could mean he worships an ancient god, and I would be good with that at this point. In fact, he could pretty much tell me anything right now, with his fingers inside me, his mouth on me, me so close to finding my release, I wouldn’t give a single shit.
“Fuck yeah, you are, baby. All fucking mine.”
His other hand tugs my shorts down, and then his hand is gone, and the head of his cock is pressed against my center.
Oh my god.
I want him inside me right now. Right this second. I don’t think I can wait another moment. I suck in a breath, holding it for a moment with the anticipation of him sliding deep inside me.
“Yeah,” he grinds out. “Fuck yeah, you’re mine.”
And then he slams inside me so hard my eyes pop open and my head bounces against the cabinet door behind me.
Yes.
Oh hell yessss.