Breaking Elle (41 page)

People already have their doubts about him, and it frustrates me. What’s happening with Reed is once in a lifetime. Something that you don’t let pass you by, even if there’s this underlying sense of danger. I don’t expect anyone to understand it. What I feel for him overpowers any sense of doubt, practically negates it. The idea that I can’t predict where I’m going with him excites me and whatever happens between us, I’m prepared for it. I have to be. I’ve never been here.

There’s no right or wrong way to fall in love; it just happens. You don’t question it anymore. You just know when it’s meant to be. It’s undeniable. Being with Reed has seemingly wiped out all the pain and loss caused by my break up with Cane. This could be the turning point that shows me I am strong enough to leave my past and all its painful memories behind.

Shifting my body closer to his, he clutches me tighter, his chin touching my forehead, his breath caressing my skin. I could stay here forever. I feel the rise and fall of his chest under my hand, his arms wrapped securely around me. I feel a growing ache for him as my body reacts to his movement. My hands travel eagerly over his body feeling every ripple, tracing his tattoo down to his waist, and remembering what it felt like the first time we were together.

“Doll,” he murmurs, kissing my forehead. His hands burn my skin as they travel up my thigh and under my t-shirt. I’m not sure how I’m going to get through these five days when he’s gone.

She doesn’t notice as I watch her twisting her hair. I know she’s thinking. I can see the emotions clearly on her gorgeous face, the way her hazel eyes sparkle, and how she bites her lip. The spell she has over me is like nothing I’ve ever felt before.

“Hey, baby,” she whispers, her eyes on me. I feel her graceful fingers trace the lines of my tattoo, and my body responds immediately to her touch. She knows what that does to me when she caresses me this way. She’s playing a very dangerous game.

“This is our last night together before I leave,” I whisper, gently stroking her thigh hoping she gets the hint. I admire how attractive she is lying next to me with her brown hair spread across my chest. She stops twirling her hair, her lips waiting for mine. My hands and mouth cannot get enough of her soft skin and those perfect curves hidden under that damn t-shirt. I’m happy knowing that she’s mine, but sad knowing that I have to leave her. This is going to be tough.

“Yes, so what are you thinking?” Her hazel eyes are mischievous and sexy. I quickly realize that we’re both on the same page, and I grow impatient. I need to give her an answer so we can go where my mind has been for the past few minutes, where it actually is all the time. She makes it hard because she’s so damn gorgeous.

“I’ll leave that up to you.” I smile hotly and pull her in for a kiss. “You can have your way with me since I’m the one leaving you.” She eyes me, slowly winding her hair again. Something’s brewing, and I can’t wait to see what it is. I press her to me as she exhales softly; her breath on my skin makes the throbbing I feel for her more excruciating. She doesn’t answer and lets a couple of minutes pass before she stands up in front of me. I sit up and lean back, wondering what she has planned, willing to do whatever she wants me to do.

“Wha...” I start to speak, but she leans over placing her finger over my lips. I tease her back by softly kissing her finger as a flirtatious smile creeps across her face. Two can play this game.

“Hush, baby.” She murmurs, biting her lip. “Just play along, okay?”

She gently places her hands on my cheeks and captures my mouth, kissing me urgently while her hands pull roughly at my hair. I groan at her aggressiveness, the amazing sweetness of her tongue, and her lips. Wrapping my arms around her, I slide my hands to her perfect ass pulling her to me. Her mouth lingers for a few seconds, brushing over mine then she pulls away again, leaving me thoroughly aching for her. She knows how much I want her right now. I always want her.

“You’re enjoying this way too much.” I rasp, clutching the edge of the couch.

“Don’t move,” she whispers, shaking her finger playfully. She bends over strategically for my benefit and slowly slides her black lace panties down her legs. I make a mental note to buy her something in red. She’s taking this teasing thing to the next level, and I’m fucking loving it.

“Doll, you’re killing me.” I lean forward ready to snatch her. I can’t wait for her. I’m straining in my shorts and enjoying the game that she’s playing with me. If she doesn’t do something soon, I’m just going to take fucking matters into my own hands.

“Patience.” She purrs, suggestively raising an eyebrow. The look she gives me is pure lust. I’m barely able to nod my head in reply, barely able to speak while watching her seductive game.

“Did I tell you how much I love you in my t-shirt, in only my t-shirt?” I groan.

“Will you be mad if I take it off?” She asks, biting her lip. She pulls the t-shirt over her head, drops it to the floor, and stands in front of me with nothing but her sexy smile and brown hair caressing those perfect breasts and shoulders. The pounding in my ears and the ache between my legs are out of my control as my eyes try to focus on this gorgeous woman in front of me.

“Like what you see?” She tilts her head with the sexiest smile I’ve seen on her face, making me forget almost every lesson my momma taught me about being a gentleman. I like this side of her, when she takes control. I can’t restrain myself any longer and jump off the couch. My patience is gone; my resolve doesn’t exist anymore with her. I back her up against the wall and clutch her face, brushing her hair away from her eyes, never wanting to lose sight of her.

“Hey,” she whispers, standing on her tiptoes gazing at me passionately. I lean in, crushing my lips to hers, wanting to taste her again, feel her body under my hands, and hear the sounds she makes when I’m pleasing her. “These won’t do,” she murmurs in my mouth, and I feel her tug at the waist of my shorts. I groan when she slowly slides them off and kicks them aside. She grins when she sees how primed I am for her. I moan when she reaches down, curls her fingers around me, and strokes me up and down several times.

I lift her by her thighs and press her up against the wall; she curls her legs around my waist, pinning her hips tightly against me. Grabbing my face, she kisses me slowly at first, but then all control is out the window. The kiss becomes deep and hungry. Pulling away breathless and panting, she stares into my eyes. I haven’t seen this look before, and I hope I see it again. From where I stand, things look good for me.

“No good girl tonight,” she whispers in my ear. “Give me all you got. I want what we share tonight to hold me over until you come back.” She breathes as she continues to kiss me, my mouth exploring hers. The heat in the room doubles, and I react by grabbing her waist tighter. “I want you to be rough with me.” She purrs, tugging at my hair. I’m already insane for her, but those last words she speaks take me over the edge.

Locking eyes with her, I reach down and caress between her legs. “I need you. So. Bad. Baby.” I utter, pressing into her. She moans and steals my lips, taking it to a frenzied pace, her hips meeting mine. The noise that escapes her when she feels my length pressed against her is nothing short of ecstasy. I want her so fucking bad. I nip at her swollen breast, slowly working my way back to her sweet lips, tracing and teasing every inch of her body with my fingers.

“Baby, please.” She moans. “I need you now.” The sound she makes right before I slowly sink into her is pure music to my ears.

“Baby.” I breathe, knotting my finger in his hair, feeling his lips on my neck. Pulling back, my breath hitches at the passion in his eyes when he gazes at me. I can’t think. I can’t move. All I can do is stare into his blazing blue eyes as he digs his hips into me. My mind shuts down and all that I have left is desire and an unbearable need for him.

I run my fingers down his hard muscular back, his hands clutching my waist as we keep our rhythm. He thrusts deeper inside of me as our bodies move fluidly as if we’ve done this dance all our lives. He lets out a deep groan bringing his mouth to drift over mine, kissing me as his hips rock with mine.

“I need you. Please, baby.” I groan into his mouth, digging my fingers into his back.

“Fuck. I love being inside you.” He inhales through his teeth and groans, trailing his lips down my neck. I close my eyes concentrating on the pleasure building inside of me as he continues his rhythm. I meet his each and every thrust, speeding and slowing in the same rhythm.

The ache is building and building; my heart’s beating so quickly. I can tell he’s ready because his body tenses and the muscles in his back flex under my fingers. I hear a groan building in his chest, but he waits for me so that we both come together. Gasping, my body trembles with ecstasy as he presses his taut body against mine; my nails dig into his back. Pressing his forehead to mine, he smiles while keeping a slow steady rhythm. I kiss him, softly, slowly, his face, his chin, his mouth, pressing my hips into him, not wanting to lose contact with him, not wanting it to stop.

“Baby?” I whisper, running my fingers through his hair.

“Yeah, doll.” He nuzzles his face in my neck, biting it softly.

“You didn’t do what I asked,” I say, gently stroking his cheek.

“And what’s that?” He murmurs, peeking up at me.

“You didn’t fuck me.” I smile, gingerly kissing his lips.

He grins wickedly as he sets me down on the floor, slowly tracing the line of my jaw with his finger. His cobalt eyes intense and feral send shivers down my spine and straight to my core. I know what I want from him tonight, what I’m asking for.

“Oh babe, I’m not even close to being done with you. We’re just getting warmed up,” he whispers in my ear softly, sliding his open mouth down my neck to my collarbone. Throwing me over his shoulder, he walks to the bedroom laying me on the bed. “Just a warning. If you continue to play like this, things could get rough.” He smiles devilishly.

Right now, standing over me like this, tempting me with his perfect body and flashing me that sexy smile, I can’t wait to see what he’s going to do next.

“Don’t challenge me.” I rasp. “I always fulfill my promises.” I slide my hand down the length of her body, feeling her squirm under my touch. I grasp her wrists, pinning her arms over her head and gently push her legs apart, hearing her moan in anticipation. Gazing down at this woman, all I can think about is being inside her again because I know that’s what she wants, and it’s what I need.

“Doll?”

“Yes,” she whispers breathlessly.

“I’m gonna show you what it means to be mine. Keep your hands over your head. If you want me to fuck you, we play by my rules.” She eagerly obeys, grasping the rails of the bed tightly. I crawl over her, looking down at her flashing hazel eyes. Her body trembles when I trace a path from her neck to her throat with my lips; she lifts her body desperate to touch mine. I lower myself over her, crush my lips against her luscious lips, and kiss her ravenously. I love her kind of sugar.

“How do you want it?” I groan. “Tell me now.”