This was a mistake, and Dom didn’t give a shit. Elle had gotten to him with the boldness inherent in her every move and the sway of her sweet ass in those jeans. She’d be an untouchable queen in a few days, but for the next forty-eight hours she was his—all of her, from her silky reddish-blond hair to her bee-stung lips to her dick-hardening curves and the extra little I-dare-you jauntiness in her hip-swaying walk.
He threaded his hands through her thick hair, cupping the back of her head, and deepened the kiss. God, she tasted of buttery popcorn, sour apples, and perfection. Oh, Elle wasn’t perfect, future queen or not, but right now, at this moment, the two of them were as close to it as they’d ever get. He wasn’t about to waste a minute of the next two days.
Desperate to devour more of her, he tore his mouth away, missing the divine torment of her lips the millisecond he broke contact. “Fuck me,” he groaned against the delicate curve of her jaw.
Her throaty chuckle vibrated against his tongue as he licked and kissed his way down her neck. “I was hoping you’d let me do that.”
A soft nip of her tender flesh turned her teasing words into a sultry moan. “Begging already, Elle?”
“You wish,” she said, her voice breathy, but with the underlying provocation he’d come to expect from her.
He tightened his grip on her hair, pulling the strawberry silk strands, forcing her face upward, and giving himself better access to the long column of her throat. “Always a challenge with you.”
“I know you can’t resist.”
“You’re right.” He trailed his lips across her shoulder, left bare by the wide neck of her T-shirt. “I can’t resist you.”
Her hands weren’t idle. She sneaked underneath his sweater, her fingers tormenting his chest with a light touch that had him craving more. He wanted, needed, all of her. Now. There wasn’t time to waste. She didn’t have to worry about breaking her no-beds rule, at least not yet, because they weren’t going to make it out of the home theater.
Cupping her ass, he lifted her so she fit snug against him, so soft where he was so damn hard, and strode across the room to the intercom. He pressed Elle against the wall and jabbed the talk button.
“Yes, sir,” Major Bendtsen said.
“Turn off the video feed.”
He didn’t wait for an answer. He didn’t need to. His orders weren’t ever ignored.
“That was subtle.” She wrapped her long legs around his waist as her hands continued to explore him underneath his sweater. “Would you like to send out a Resistance-wide memo letting everyone know you’re about to bang me?”
Mouthy. He liked that. He liked her, the way she didn’t back down and always found a way to keep fighting. “Is that what I’m going to do?”
“Sure feels like it.” She undulated, her slick warmth seeping through her pants as she ground against him.
Pleasure spiraled outward from his dick until his whole body vibrated with white-hot need. That’s it. She was going to kill him, and he was going to die a happy man. “How fast can you get naked?”
Adding the right amount of pressure to her touch to make his cock twitch, she grazed her fingernails down his chest. “Put me down and find out.”
She didn’t have to say it twice.
…
Her feet were on the ground before she could take another breath.
“Strip.” His demand was as hard as he was.
“Haven’t you already seen that show?” she teased, loving how it made that vein in his temple pulse.
He lifted an eyebrow. The sexy bastard knew full well she was provoking him. “Some things are worth seeing again.”
Exhilaration swept through her like wildfire, melting away every part of her she’d kept frozen and in check. He did this to her when no one else ever had. She stuck her thumbs into the waistband of her pants and shimmied them down her hips, just enough that he could see she was totally bare underneath. “Why don’t you take a seat and we can do this right this time?”
Dom stalked over to the leather love seat, removed the empty tub of popcorn, and sat down. His hand fell over the bulge in his jeans, and he gave it a few lazy strokes. “That’s your one.”
“My one?”
A dangerous glint came into those arctic-blue eyes of his. “The one time you get to call the shots.”
“So if I tell you to lick here.” She pushed her leggings down lower, exposing herself and basking in the lavalike heat of his gaze. “You wouldn’t?”