Seduce & Destroy - Page 104

“So, you came here to not argue with me?”

I narrowed my eyes. “Yes…”

“Great, so should we just sit here and stare at each other?”

“Yes…” I smiled. The rain grew heavier, but I felt warm.

She laughed. “Why are you so bashful all of a sudden? I said it with way more prowess than—”

“Prowess? You were desperate.”

“It was honest.” She tilted her head to the side. Smug. “I would’ve already spat it out.”

“If you already know what I’m going to say, then, I don’t need to say it.” I lifted my chin up, my heart tripling in pace. That can’t be healthy. Oh god.

She lifted herself up onto her tippy toes, our mouths close. “Yes, you do.”

Yes, I do.

Her eyebrows lifted, expectant, falling back on her heels.

“I want to be with you, near you, breathing you in every day. I’m tired of pushing you away, it was never what I wanted.” Somehow, my declaration didn’t feel like a betrayal of our families, but more in the spirit of honouring them. “I love you.”

“Please, don’t reject me again.” She whispered before she threw herself in my arms so hard I stumbled. My arms wrapped around her as I caught her and kissed her feverishly, both pulling her closer and pushing her back against the car.

Wet clothes suctioned to our bodies.

“Fuck, I’ve missed this.” I lifted her off the ground and she wound her legs tightly around my middle.

“Don’t let me go.”

Shifting her weight to my side, I searched for the car keys in my pocket, never once breaking our connection. “I won’t. I won’t.” I repeated in a prayer.

“Please,” she whimpered as she grinded her core to my hip bone.

“I’ve got you, princess.” After I unlocked the car, I managed to pry the door open, drop her on to the backseat and I poured over her, smothering her body with mine. With a firm hand, I held her chest down and kissed a line from her pubic bone to her neck, my lips dampening from her rain soaked clothing.

Button by button, I undid the jean corset she wore, inch by inch revealing the smooth skin underneath. I stroked my fingers through the light spattering of hair on her lower stomach and massaged the moisture of the rain all over her skin.

I had the top button open before I asked, “Where do you want me first?”

Her back caved as she pushed her breasts into my chest. At the same time, her fingers sharply tugged at the hair at the bottom of my neck, pulling me closer. Enough said.

Laney’s skin lifted into goosebumps under the cold trail of my nose that I drew between her breasts and pebbled her nipples. As a kind of reward, I replaced the cold tip of my nose with my hot tongue, leaving wet kisses on her skin. My tongue lapped her nipple in a worshipping manner I hoped would double as an apology for all the time I wasted putting off the inevitable. She was made for me to devour.

She groaned when my teeth skimmed her sensitive areola, and I shoved her trousers halfway down her thighs. My body hovered only slightly above her, but I could feel the heat radiating from her centre. I lowered my hips and lightly rubbed the open top of my jeans roughly against her steaming core. We could write our initials in hearts in the condensation soon enough.

From where her hands were woven into my hair, she lowered them down my back, slipping her cool wet fingers under the top of my trousers and into my underwear. When she had a handful of my arse cheeks, she roughly pulled my hips down into hers. The friction almost made me see stars. God, I’ll never tire of this woman.

She tried to grind against my core, building a momentum of movement, but I completely restricted from her body and grabbed her chin, placing a hard kiss on her mouth. My tongue invaded her and collided with hers as she fought for a breath. Still, she relaxed into me, entertaining my kiss with matched energies, until I, too, was desperate for oxygen.

Her heavy heaves of breath made our bodies touch in ebbs and flows. When it became more steady, I dropped my hips, how she wanted it and grinded hard.

The sound of my moan vibrated up my throat and escaped in a stunted breath. “Oh my god,” I whimpered.

“Yes,” she said back and moved her hands from the back of my trousers to the front, where she found my pussy soaked. “Somebody likes me,” She teased.

“Loves.” My arms struggled to hold me up as she used two fingers to rub on my labia, either side of my clit, before closing her fingers and holding my pussy in a firm grip. It was a brutal play. “Somebody loves you.”