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Elsa sighed. “I figured. Can I just ride with you, and we’ll figure it out tomorrow?”
“Absolutely.”
“I’m going to rock and roll. See you two kids at dinner.” With a wave, Jude departed.
A few minutes later, Elsa was buckled up in the truck beside me. We kissed two more times, just trying to get in the truck, and it was all I could do not to drag her over the seat and fuck her right here. It was a public place, though, so I started driving to the pizza place.
On the way home, without thinking, I steered down a side road to a private parking spot tucked between some trees.
“What are you doing?” Elsa asked.
“Why don’t you come right over here, sweetheart?”
Elsa didn’t even hesitate. She started to move before saying, “Just a sec.”
Before I knew it, she shimmied out of her jeans. An electric moment later, she straddled me. Her eyes, dark in the barely there light, held mine. I could feel her slippery heat as she rocked over the underside of my length.
“Elsa,” I bit out.
“Yes, Haven?” she teased, her voice sly.
I slid a hand into her hair and kissed her fiercely. I broke away, inhaling deeply. “What the hell do you do to me?” I gasped.
The intimacy binding us tighter and tighter felt as if it was spinning around us. The small space in my truck felt filled with the energy created between us.
“I need you.” All teasing was gone from her voice. “Inside me.”
There was no universe where I could refuse Elsa asking me to fill her, to be joined as closely as I could with her. “Come ’ere.”
She rose slightly, and I notched my crown at her entrance, savoring the slick kiss of her heat. I thrust upward as she sank down, sheathing me in the heart of her.
The messy thing was I could try to convince myself this was all about our chemistry, and oh sure, that was part of it. But it was so much more.
I’d never expected chemistry to cast a net around my heart, the fiery sparks burning into me, marking me for life, branding me as hers. My heart, my soul, and my body.
As I rocked into her, watching the way her lips parted and feeling the clench of her pussy around me, I knew in my heart her fears about this getting complicated didn’t even come close to what it had become for me. When she sank down, her teeth grazed over her bottom lip as she gasped my name, and my heart tattooed her name in a racing beat. The word love was tangled inside of it.
Chapter Twenty-Six
Elsa
Haven’s hips rocked up into mine, slow and rhythmic. I was crowded against him, the steering wheel pressing into my back. One knee rubbed against the door and the other against the console. The angle was such that every time he nudged upward, the friction from where we were joined sent pleasure in sharp bursts through me.
This encounter was rushed and raw. Our kisses were open and messy. I could feel the press of his fingers on my hips. I was slippery wet, chasing my release. All the while, even though this felt purely sexual in some ways, sweet hell, I wanted this man so badly and on every level.
When he’d parked a few minutes ago, all I could think was I needed him inside me, fucking me hard and deep. I was so gone for him. There was no coming back.
As always, he brought me to the point of begging. “Haven, please…”
“What do you need, sweetheart?” he rasped in that low voice.
“Harder, deeper.”
He gave it to me, releasing my hip and sliding his palm up my back to lever me forward just enough that the friction where we were joined felt like a spark catching fire. The pleasure exploded through me.
His name on my lips was the sound of my climax. When he whispered, “That’s my Elsa,” my heart rioted.
His palm slid down, and I felt the press of his fingers over the flare of my hip as he gasped, “Oh, sweetheart.”
