Page 191 of Tell Me Lies

She arched her back against him, her hand encircling his wrist, and ripped her mouth from his. She didn’t pull away, no. Instead, she panted into their confined cocoon and held him to her.

“Oh, God,” she moaned.

“You feel so good. So hot.” He tasted her neck, trailed kisses along the column. Her scent rose in the air, surrounding them as if a blanket. Sweat dotted his brow and under his shirt at his back. He wanted them in his bed. Wanted to be able to take his time with her and instead these bastards had stolen yet another moment from them.

Stole something precious from Violet.

Violet whimpered against his mouth, her hips undulating against his hand, her breath panting in his ear. His name on her lips. He rotated his hips, trying to take pressure off his cock demanding, pulsing for attention.

“Don’t stop,” she begged.

He clicked on the lighter, knowing she was close and wanting to refuse the bastards outside from seeing this moment. This was private.

“Never,” he answered, then felt his body seize as she gripped him through his shorts. Pleasure shot up his spine, and she cried out, his name a prayer in the air. Satisfaction shot through him at the sound, at the feel of her losing control against him.

His hand grew hot, but he opened his eyes, found doe-like brown ones, almond-shaped and framed with long dark lashes staring at him in a daze.

He leaned down, holding her gaze, and kissed her softly. He dropped the lighter as their surroundings flickered back into darkness, then petted against her, bringing her down easy.

Sweeping his mouth over hers once more, he pulled slightly away, turned his face, then said, “Open the fucking box, you assholes.”

A garbled shot of radio static before, “Rule is, both of you must orgasm.”

Fury rode up his spine. “I fucking did.”

Violet’s stunned silence rose from beneath him.

“So be it,” came over the speaker.

A mechanical lock sound, then light infiltrated their space, harsh and unforgiving after being trapped for so long. Fresh air came in as if it’d been waiting to rush in, but it muted Violet’s scent. Something he wished he could bottle up and keep. He didn’t know what the hell was going on with him, but his craving for her had only been whetted with that small taste.

And that pissed him off something fierce.

Chapter Seven

Violet pushed down her skirt and did her best to get herself in order, so all the goods were covered. It wasn’t like these four men standing above them hadn’t had a very good idea—or seen—what they’d been doing only moments earlier, but she still didn’t want anyone to get a show.

Before she could say much of anything to Elijah, he pushed up out of the box, using his arms to catapult his body outside.

“Asshole,” he muttered before he popped back over the side and reached a hand inside for her.

She took it, grateful and a little dizzy. The dizziness had to do with what Elijah looked like. He looked like he had in high school, only now he seemed all man. Broad shoulders that pulled his white tee taut across his chest. Athletic shape that screamed he used the gym … a lot. Dirty-blond hair cut with a style that gave him an opportunity to either leave it in a wild mass of bed head or pulled back to keep out of his face. Right now, it looked as if he’d been sleeping or rolling around in bed with a woman.

Her cheeks heated at the thought, then she tried to get out as gracefully as she could in a skirt. Elijah gave up after about thirty seconds of her fretting, then scooped her into his arms and set her outside before she could blink. He clasped her hand in his and stepped forward, pushing his way past one of the guys grinning wide.

She barely had time to look around, finding them inside some large room filled with books, before he was pulling her along with him. Another guy on the other side of the box waved.

She flipped him the bird.

The three laughed.

“Come on, Elijah, don’t go away mad. You should be happy,” one with dark hair called after them.

His steps faltered and he turned, moving so she was behind him again, almost as if he were protecting her from these guys. Why? Was that just his nature or was there something more going on.

“We’re going to talk about this,” he said, pointing a finger at the guy who’d spoken.

The guy’s smile widened. “Can we talk about it while watching the replay? Of course, since you lit the lighter, you’re going to have to give me some details to plug in to all the spots my imagination can’t fix.”

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