My cheeks heat. “It’s you. You’re making me responsive.”
He hums with satisfaction. His mouth is at the crook of my neck, his breath fanning over my sensitive skin. I moan, clutching his shoulder. “Kiss me,” I whisper. “Please.”
Elliot pulls me toward him, and I’m straddling his thighs when our mouths meet. The touch is feather-soft and tender, his lips impossibly soft as they brush over mine. He traces the shape of my mouth, every flick of his tongue teasing and coaxing. I lean into him and open up for more, something deeper and carnal.
When he licks my tongue, I capture his in my mouth and suck. A deep groan spills from his chest, and his hand fists around my hair. My breathing is ragged, and I dig my hands into his shoulders.
“Beautiful, slow down.” His lips press against my neck. “I’ll take care of you.” A lick. “I promise.”
He undoes the buttons and ties that keep my wrap-dress together.
Our gazes lock. His eyes are dark, impossibly dilated. Flush colors his cheeks and lips swollen from our kisses. Stark need etches his face, and I love it that he doesn’t hide his desire for me. It’s impossible to be shy before a man who wants me the way Elliot wants me.
My garment parts, revealing my lacy bra and bare belly. He caresses my ribcage. I reposition myself so I can feel his cock pressing against me.
A deft flick of his fingers and the front clasp of my bra comes undone. My breasts spill into his waiting hands, and I let out a groan as the touch sends sharp pleasure raking through my insides. My nipples bead until they become two tight points, begging for his attention.
His tongue darts out and licks his lips. He brushes the fleshy pads of his thumbs over my nipples. Fire burns in my belly, and my toes curl in my sandals.
“I wish I had half the artistic talent my grandfather had,” he murmurs, breathing over my nipple. It tightens further, the sensation almost painful now. “Then I’d be able to capture this moment.” His gaze tilts upward until it ensnares mine. “I’ve never been with a woman as honest in her desire as you.”
The air is too heavy, his words digging into my heart and finding something raw and vulnerable deep inside. I let out a shaky laugh. “With all the women you’ve been with, at least one of them had to be honest.”
“They just wanted to fuck a billionaire…or Ryder’s half-brother. You want to fuck me.” He licks the tip of my breast, stealing my breath.
“Elliot…”
He pulls my nipple into his mouth and sucks hard, trapping me between his tongue and the roof of his mouth.
Coherent thoughts are impossible now. I cry out softly and let myself feel, appreciating the pleasure he’s giving me.
He is so intent, focused on capturing even my smallest response. Hot bliss courses through me, and the tension in my gut tightens.
His hand slips underneath my skirt and fingers my clit through the wet fabric of my panties. “Fuck you’re hot.”
“Yes,” I whisper.
His breath on my fevered flesh feels cool, and I shiver. He takes my other nipple, and my eyes shut as my body rides wave after wave of pleasure.
Something cold and smooth slips into my swollen pussy. It feels nothing like his fingers, and I stiffen.
“Shhh,” he whispers. “It’s just a vibrator.” As though to prove his words, the item buzzes, sending a shockwave of ecstasy through me.
He takes my nipple back into his mouth, his hand at my clit, circling it and rubbing it. I moan and cry out as the tension coils tightly in my belly. The throbbing deep inside me grows stronger, and my chest heaves.
I’m so, so close. “Elliot, please…please…”
His teeth nip me as the vibration increases its intensity and his thumb moves with greater force. The sharp pain mixing with the blissful sensation pushes me over. I cry out as my entire body shakes with blinding rapture. Even the soles of my feet are hot and tingling.
When I open my eyes, the vibrator is inert, and I notice he is still hard. I want him inside me. I reach for him, and he shakes his head. “I didn’t bring a condom.”
I blink at him. “Why not?”
“Because I didn’t think we’d be having sex here in the limo.”
“No problem,” I say, with a glance at his pants. I kiss him.
He returns the kiss for too brief a moment, then pulls back. I clutch his shirt with a moan of protest.