“Hard, Lachlan.”
“You’ll get that. Not a chance I’m not gonna give that to you.”
And then I was moving, slamming into her over and over. Her mouth found mine again, and we were tangling up. Pulling hair, nipping, sucking, messy, desperate. Elena knew exactly how to drive me out of my mind, so it should have been no surprise that extended to when we were fucking. Her little sounds, claws digging into my skin, chants for more, harder, faster, were all like kerosene on an open flame.
She slid her hands under my shirt, pressing into my skin like she was trying to absorb it. Her nails raked along my chest, around my nipples, then down to my belly. She was everywhere, touching me like she’d never touched a man before.
This girl was so damn hungry. Her mouth latched onto my neck, sucking and biting. Teeth nibbled on my earlobe, and her pants warmed my jaw. I let her go, explore, conquer her hunger while I watched where we were joined. My cock had her stretched around me, so pink and slick, taking me and sucking me back in every time I retreated. Her cunt was just as hungry as the rest of her.
I pressed my thumb to her clit, digging the rest of my fingers into her thigh, and she gasped, almost going still. After a pause, where she barely breathed, one of her hands wrapped around my wrist.
“Don’t stop,” she implored.
“Never. Need to see you lose it. Let me have it. Let me see it.”
Her neck arched, and the back of her head rested on the wall while I rubbed her, fucked her, watched myself disappear inside her. Having this power over her, this girl who never showed her cards and walked around like she either owned the world or had plans to, was addictive. So intoxicating, I couldn’t see straight.
“Oh fuck. Oh god, Lachlan.” The hand around my wrist tightened, and her eyes found mine. They were wide, pleading. “Don’t stop.”
“I won’t.”
She clung to me while she trembled, tightening everywhere, bringing me close, so damn close. But I held on, giving her what she needed, rocking into her to hit that spot that kept her shaking, panting, squeezing me.
Mouth open, she released a silent scream. Letting go of my wrist, her arms banded around my neck. I pressed her so hard into the wall, if it had cracked, I wouldn’t have been surprised. And then I went at her, giving her the hard she asked for, the rough I had to have. Her heat, her mouth on my throat, the sweet, floral scent on her skin, drove me higher and higher, until my vision narrowed and blackened at the edges. All that existed was the silvery blonde in my arms and the place where our bodies connected.
Planting myself as far as I could, I spilled inside her, grunting my pleasure. My teeth clamped down on her shoulder, muffling the sounds she was tearing out of me.
My heart jackhammering in my ears, I stilled when Elena dug her fingers into my shoulders and made a strangled sob. At least, I thought that was what it was, until I lifted my eyes and found her, her head tilted back, her eyes squeezed shut, giggling softly to herself. It was beautiful and perplexing, seeing her so light and free. And soft. She’d gone soft all over, the ice on her surface melting away.
When she felt me looking at her, she sucked in a breath, composing her expression. I pulled out of her, letting her feet drop to the floor, holding on to her waist until she was steady, then I stepped back. I turned to tuck my soaking cock away and give myself a second to get my head on straight. As I ran my fingers through my hair, inhaling the scents of sex, motor oil, and wildflowers, Elena darted by, heading for the wide-open garage door.
Shit. I hadn’t even thought about closing it. Once Elena asked for more, that’d been the end of everything outside of giving it to her.
My arm shot out, catching her around the middle, and dragged her backward until she hit my chest.
I pushed her hair away from her neck and lowered my mouth to her ear. “You’re in a hurry, Elsa.”
She tilted her head to the side. “Mmm. We both got off. Time to go.”
“Is that happening again?”
“Do you want it to?”
“I haven’t gotten to taste you yet. So, yeah, let’s do that again. Maybe try a bed out next time.”
Goose bumps spread along the column of her throat and down her shoulders.
“We’ll see.”
I nipped at her ear. “Yeah. We’ll see. You have my number. You know where I live. If you want more of that, let me know.”
“I’ll think about it.”
She sounded cool, but I didn’t think she was playing. This happened again between us or not, she’d live. I liked that. It made me want her in my bed even more. I got the feeling I could have her and it wouldn’t get complicated. We could both get off then get away.
“You do that, Elsa.” I pressed my half-hard dick against her back. “Don’t take too long, though.”
The moon glinted off her silvery hair as she knelt between my legs and lowered her mouth over me, taking me deep. Her hands roamed over my thighs, my stomach, cupping my balls, squeezing my shaft. I grabbed another pillow to shove under my head so I could keep watching her head move up and down over me.