Page 59 of Love At First Fright
Ellis turned around and closed the door behind him, popping the lock.
In silence, he stalked over to the armchair opposite hers and peeled off his coat. While the room was quiet around them, Rosemary’s heart was pounding so loud she could barely hear. Everything between them was unfinished right now, and she didn’t think she’d be able to focus again until she’d had more.
“Stand up for me, love,” Ellis said. The tone of his voice…sultry, low, inviting.
She stood, feeling a touch self-conscious. Goose bumps travelled across her skin as she watched Ellis take her in before him.
“Come here,” he said.
The need for him: his praise, his touch, his mouth on hers—it was all-encompassing. She walked closer, stopping just before him.
Ellis’s chest was heaving, as if this was torture for him, too, the moment before they came together, and the deliciousknowing.The knowing that they would. That there was no turning back now.
“What are we going to do with you?” he said, voice like gravel. “Standing there in those tiny fucking shorts. Anyone could have come in here.”
“They’re just shorts.”
Ellis ran his thumb across the slope of her thigh, only stopping as he grazed the edge of her shorts. Her skin was scorched by his touch.
“They’re indecent.” His eyes met hers, all pupil. Excitement and apprehension and desire twisted through her, and Rosemary leant towards him, arched an eyebrow.
“Are they?”
“They make me want to do indecent things.”
Her lips parted, and slowly, slowly, Ellis traced his lefthand up the back of her other thigh and pulled her carefully down so she was kneeling before him.
His eyes drank her in, his hands edging across her clavicle until his palm was pressed against the pulsing heartbeat of her throat and his fingers tangled in her hair.
“What kinds of things?” Rosemary whispered.
That was all it took. Ellis slanted his mouth against hers, and she was lost. Ellis kissed her like he was angry about it, and she met his need with her own.
Rosemary made a faint pleading sound in the back of her throat, winding her arms around Ellis’s neck, tugging him closer. She sucked on his bottom lip, relishing the scrape of his stubble against her skin. When her hands found their way to his chest, running down the muscles there, he emitted another rumbling groan.
Ellis slicked hot, wet kisses along Rosemary’s jaw, down her neck. He pulled her up onto his lap, her thighs splaying on either side of him.
“Off,” he ordered, and she raised her arms so he could tug her sweater off, leaving only her skimpy cotton tank beneath.
She felt almost naked beneath his heavy-lidded gaze, her nipples taut and sensitive.
“Knew it,” he said, almost to himself, bending down to firmly lick the bud of her nipple through the cotton, his tongue tracing the floral tattoo of vines that circled her areola. “Knew you’d have perfect fucking tits.”
The heat of his mouth on her, even through the flimsy cotton, was heaven, but she needed more. Rosemary tugged her tank off, baring herself to him. She loved it, the thrill of being almost out in the open like this. The door was locked, and it would be hours before anyone else was out of bed. Still, she’dnever done anything like this outside of a bedroom before, and it made her feel reckless.
She looped her fingers around his belt buckle, arching into him, grinding her pussy against the hard press of his erection.
“Fuck,” Ellis moaned. “Open my belt, love.”
She did as she was told, relishing the command. Ellis pressed his forehead to hers, and they both looked down at the space between them, watching hungrily as Rosemary unbuckled Ellis’s belt and unzipped his fly, pulling his cock free. It was heavy and thick in her hands, and Rosemary shivered with pleasure as she gave him a couple of short, firm strokes, Ellis biting his teeth down into her shoulder, punching his hips forwards automatically to meet her strokes.
“You’re so good for me, Rosemary,” he whispered in her ear. “Safe word?”
“Watermelon.”
“Good.” He huffed, his hand tugging the flimsy, already soaked cotton of her underwear aside to stroke the seam of her clit. “God, you’re so wet.” Ellis pumped his fingers into her, circling her clit with his thumb. It was perfect agony, and when Ellis pulled his hand away, she watched as he coated his cock with her shine, clasping her hand in his, guiding her to show her just how he liked it.
Ellis bucked his hips again, as Rosemary picked up speed. He continued to fuck her with his fingers, his lips chasing hers.
