“I'm going to put my mouth on your tits, suck them until your nipples are hard as rocks.”
He paused, and all I could hear in the car was the sound of my breathing getting shallower, the white noise of the car traveling on the road, and his voice, echoing in my head.
“Keep going,” Elias said. “Are you wet?”
“Yes,” I whispered, my fingers moving faster.
“How wet?” he asked. Now he was the one to squirm in his seat, and I watched as he tried to adjust the bulge that was evident in his jeans.
“Really wet.” It was true. I was unbelievably turned on. My body just reacted to him, completely out of my control.
"Good," he said. "I'm going to lick you from one end to the other, clit to slit. I'm going to fuck you with my tongue until you're begging for my cock."
Elias reached between my legs, touched his finger to my wetness, and groaned, veering toward the shoulder of the road and then quickly correcting it. I was insanely pleased that I had this kind of effect on him. Way too pleased for my own good.
He took his hand away, and I sighed, but I was too far gone to be self-conscious about doing this in front of him. He talked to me, told me what he planned to do with me when we got wherever he was about to take me, and I felt myself hurtling toward a climax as he told me how his cock would feel as he slid inside me.
When I finished, I looked at him, eyes wide. I couldn't believe I'd just done that in front of him. He laughed and shook his head. “You’ve got no clue what you’re doing to me right now,” he said.
I was completely self-conscious. Elias looked over at me and I felt myself flush again. Then his eyes were straight ahead, back on the road.
"Don't even," he said.
"What?" I asked. I pulled my jeans up over my hips, completely embarrassed that I just let myself be so totally drunk with lust that I did what I just did.
"I can see it on your face," he said. "You're embarrassed."
"I'm not," I protested, but my voice sounded weak.
"You're blushing," he said. "Hope you're not embarrassed, because I'm sure as shit not. In fact, in five minutes, I'm going to bend your ass over and show you just how not embarrassed I am."
I laughed at his bluntness. I couldn’t help myself. "Do you always talk like this?"
"Like what?" he asked, his tone playful. But he grinned when he glanced at me, this smile that was a cross between child-like innocence and the most wicked thing I'd ever seen.
"Like this," I said. "Telling girls what you're going to do to them."
"Well, first of all," Elias said. "You're no girl, that's for sure. You're a grown ass woman. If no man's ever told you what he wants to do to you, then I feel sorry for you."
No man had ever told me what he wanted to do to me. Not like this. Not in the way that made me want to let him do whatever he wanted to do to me.
"Okay," I said. "Let's have it, then."
"Have what?"
"What you intend to do with me, exactly."
He grinned. "We're going to be there in two minutes."
I was disappointed when he wasn’t explicit, the way he was a minute ago. "Uh-huh."
"Don't get impatient," he said. "I'm getting there. As soon as we get inside the door of that house, I'm going to peel those jeans down over your ass. Then I'm going to bury my cock inside you."
"Oh," I said.
I was in that post-orgasmic state where I felt relaxed and drowsy, so much so that for a second it didn’t register that he was slowing down the car.
“Better put your ass back in those jeans,” he said, pulling into the driveway and slowing to a stop. "Don't want anyone else seeing what's mine."
I slid my jeans up and buttoned them. He was already out of the car and opening my door before I registered what he'd said. "What's yours, huh?" I asked. "What makes you think my ass is yours?"
He backed me up against the side of the car, eyes filled with lust. "You saying it's not?" His fingers moved to the waistband of my jeans, and I inhaled sharply, my heart pounding.
"We only just screwed," I said. "You're staking a claim on me now?"
He turned me around, his back facing June and Cade's house, his body shielding me from their view, then flicked open the button of my jeans and reached between my legs. He slipped his fingers inside me, then leaned close to me. "I think you want to be claimed," he whispered. "Am I wrong?" He stroked me with his fingers.
He wasn't wrong, I thought. But I didn't answer. I wasn't about to tell him that he'd already left his mark on me.
Then he brought me inside and staked his claim on me again. Later that night, lying in his arms, almost asleep but not quite, I had the vague sense of being at peace.
A car horn blared through the air, jolting me awake.
“What the fuck?” Elias’ voice was gruff but still sleepy as he pulled me against him, his erection pressing into my back.
Then I heard it-the low murmur of voices outside. “Elias,” I whispered.