Page 71 of Hunted Temptation
Elodie climbsover the center console of the car, hiking her skirt up as she straddles my thighs. I instantly reach for her hips, flexing my fingers and digging them into her flesh. Her own fingers find purchase on my shoulders.
“What do you need, Goldie?” I keep my tone low and even.
“You,” she breathes, her hips rolling, searching.
My lips curve up into a smile, my lids lowering as I lean back and look up into her gorgeous face. She was taken today. I was taken today. This could have ended very differently for us, but thankfully, it didn’t.
I release one of her hips to glide my fingers across her belly before dipping beneath the waist of her panties. Cupping hercenter, I watch as her head falls back slightly. She begins to rock against my palm, needing more.
Elodie is pure gorgeousness. She’s pure perfection. I don’t deserve her, but I’m not going to let her go either. I’m going to give her everything she needs in life, and whatever the fuck she wants, too.
“Vaughn,” she breathes as she begins to move faster, grinding her clit harder against my palm.
“Take out my cock,” I grind out.
She does what I demand with zero hesitation. I am hard and ready for her. Slipping my hand from between her legs, I reach between us to hook my finger in the center of her panties and tug them to the side. I already know she’s dripping wet and ready for me.
Elodie shifts, lifting her hips slightly and positioning herself as I hold her panties aside, then she slowly sinks down along my length, taking all of me inside her. She stills, her eyes wide and her lips parted as she stares at me.
“Don’t move,” I murmur. “Stay right there. Feel me inside you, stretching you.”
She shakes her head, and her breathing turns from even and calm to panicked pants. “I need to move, Vaughn,” she whimpers.
My lips twitch at the panicked tone in her voice. Releasing the center of her panties, I shift my hand between us and touch her clit with the pad of my thumb. I don’t move. I don’t rub circles there. I just apply pressure as I look up into her eyes.
“Whatever you want, Goldie. It’s yours.”
Her face softens, and the panic-stricken look vanishes instantly as she gives me a soft smile.
“It’s you, Vaughn. You’re what I want, however you give it to me.”
Clearing my throat, I release her hip with my other hand and bury it in the back of her hair, gripping the soft strands before I speak.
“I have nothing left to give you, Elodie. You have all of me. Every goddamn inch.”
Epilogue
ELODIE
SIX MONTHS LATER
We didn’t get marriedthe day after we were kidnapped, not because we didn’t want to, but because my new identity wasn’t finished yet, something that neither Vaughn nor I really thought about when we made that declaration.
Then Vaughn admitted to me that the reason he was rushing it was because he wanted to ensure that I never had to be compelled to testify against him and vice versa if the PI or the brother ever found anything out about the state comptroller.
I think I was supposed to feel some kind of way about that confession. Like maybe he was being sneaky or manipulative, but I never felt that way at all. His reasoning made sense. And it’s not like he took his offer or his love away when going to court became a nonissue because anyone who could have tried to do anything was dead.
In fact, I think we’ve only grown closer. TheI love youscome much easier and more frequently from both of us these days. Heeven bought me an engagement ring and did a proper proposal. It wasn’t anything elaborate—dinner, then we came home and had dessert before he got down on one knee.
I use my thumb to twirl the ring around my finger. It’s a three-carat oval natural Alexandrite solitaire in a rose gold setting. It’s greenish purple and absolutely amazing. I don’t know how much it cost and probably don’t ever want to find out. If I did, I’d probably stop wearing it in public for fear of losing it.
“Are you ready?” a voice calls out.
Turning my head, I look back at my friends. Lucille, Nadine, and Colette stand just inside the doorway, their eyes on me and smiles playing on their lips.
“I’m ready,” I state.
I’ve been ready. For months, I’ve been ready. We’re doing the one thing we said we didn’t want, and that’s having a real wedding. Well, as much of a real wedding as we can have with just a few friends and no family.
