Page 45 of Wrecked for Love
Then she took the torchlight from me and flicked it off. The next thing I felt was her hand behind my neck, drawing me in. Her lips touched mine, cold from the night air but igniting something warm and intense. In the pitch darkness, the kiss felt different—like a sensation I’d never anticipated. Without sight, every touch was heightened, every shift in her breath magnified. It was all heat and instinct, something raw and powerful.
When we finally broke apart, I whispered, “So you don’t want me to see your eyes?”
“You’ll see the fear.” Her voice was so fragile. “And I don’t want you to.”
“I want to see that fear, Claire.”
“Not tonight,” she refused. “Tonight, just imagine me as yours—no past, no baggage. Just the future, waiting for us.”
It was the clean slate I’d been contemplating. Ironically, when the moment came, it felt unfinished, like we couldn’t exist without the past that shaped us.
“Your past brought you here. It brought you to me,” I argued.
“There will be plenty of time to discuss the past, and you’ll see everything in my eyes. Right now, please, I just want you here, seeing me as Miss Chili Pepper who turned up at your driveway, doing exactly the opposite of what you told me to.”
I chuckled and leaned in to kiss her again. I didn’t need daylight to feel the heat radiating from her—the sound of her breath was enough to ignite every nerve.
“Elia…”
And that call didn’t help my self-control.
Then her hand found the waistband of my jeans. Instantly, I could feel myself growing harder.
“Claire…”
“Sshh…”
She unfastened my jeans, causing me to jerk my hips to let them fall. With her hand now inside my underwear, she fisted her hand around my throbbing cock. I threw my head back in pleasure.Fuck!This hadn’t been part of my plan, but it was infinitely better than anything I could have imagined.
I sighed as she pumped me—once, twice—then swept her thumb over the crown of my cock. She must’ve felt my precum. Hellfire, I couldn’t stop it. Desire built inside me, like a wild beast consumed by its own cravings.
“I want you,” she whispered.
My hands ventured beneath the fabric of her dress, lifting it in search of her breasts. Her nipples, concealed behind her bra, grew rigid and pointed.
“You have no idea how much I want you,” I confessed, the words spilling out before I could stop them. Desperation thickened my voice. “Please stay. Don’t leave me. Don’t run away.”
“Sshh…” She kept stroking my cock.
Of course, she couldn’t promise me that, and I shouldn’t have asked. All I could do now was hold on to this moment—just savor the time I had with her, no matter how fleeting it might be.
So I simply felt her. The way she handled me was a paradox of sensations. Her touch was both tender and fierce, like the meeting of an angel’s grace and a goddess’s fury.
I inserted my palm underneath her bra and felt the warmth of her firm breast. A heaven that I’d forgotten. She added the ecstasy by quickening her pumping, and her fingers even played with my testicles—hard, painful, but somehow soothing against the aches coming from the inside.
Then she let go and pulled my jeans toward my knees as she lowered herself. Her mouth was so close to my cock.
Right then, the sound of hooves thundered behind us—heavy and fast. Instinct kicked in, and I pulled away from Claire to move in front of her. Protective mode on high.
“Where’s the torch?” I muttered, my hand blindly sweeping the ground.
Finally, I found it and aimed the beam toward the noise.
Shit. Diesel.
And he was in no mood to play nice. How the hell did he get loose?
“Stay behind me, Claire,” I whisper-barked, my voice leaving no room for argument. I fumbled for my phone, struggling to reach it in the pocket of my jeans, which were barely hanging on. “Hank!” I growled into the phone as soon as he answered. “Get your ass over here! Bring the boys too! It’s Diesel!”
