Page 166 of Stolen Voices
He steps behind me, wraps his arms around my hips, and juts his hard cock into my lower back. I drop my head onto his shoulder as he whispers into my ear, “Then that’s exactly what I’ll do when we get home. I’ll give you exactly what you need.” His left hand skims the fabric of my dress until his fingers toy with the material at the top of my dress slit.
My body trembles under his touch. “Please,” I beg.
Eli grunts as he rains kisses down my neck, then licks a stripe up and nips at my ear. “Patience, Callie.”
His hot breath fans across my sensitive skin, making my nipples harden. I want to beg for him to touch me, but for some twisted reason, I get off on Eli working me up into a frenzy and leaving me feeling needy and drunk with desire.
“Okay,” I agree.
“Such a good princess.” Eli spins me around and crushes his mouth to mine, kissing me deeply. He fucks my mouth with his tongue, giving me a small taste of what it’s going to feel like when he places his wicked mouth on my pussy and eats me later.
When my knees wobble, Eli breaks the kiss and grips my waist in his hands, holding me up as I regain my balance. I open my eyes and find him smiling at me, his lips shiny with my lip gloss and looking utterly delectable.
I swipe away the gloss with my thumb. “You look sexy tonight,” I admit.
Eli grins, wiping his mouth with his hand. “Not as sexy as you. I’m going to be beating men off you all night long.”
“Silly man, don’t you know no one comes near me?”
“They better not, or I didn’t do my job right.” Eli grabs my hand and drags me out of the house.
“Wait, what?” Did he imply he purposefully chases men away without my knowing?
Before my brain and mouth can catch up, he leads me to the black limousine parked in his driveway. I let in a sharp inhale of breath when the driver steps out to open the door. The presence of Big Mike shocks me.
Sensing my unease, Eli leans down and whispers in my ear, “He’s on your side, Callie. Mason and I vetted him. It’s safe for him to drive us.”
I look up into Eli’s warm eyes. “Thank you.”
“Anything for you. Just know I wouldn’t let anyone near you without running a background check. You are my entire world. It’s my job to keep you safe.”
My chest cracks open with so much love for this man. The way he assures me and backs up his words with actions has me falling further for him every time. “I love you.”
“And I fucking love you.”
A giddy laugh shakes my chest as his vulgar declaration.
Mike opens the door and greets us. “Mr. Miller. Miss Wright.”
“It’s nice to see you.” I wave at my driver.
He breaks his usual stoic nod with a soft smile.
“Big Mike.” Eli nods hello as he bends down to lift the bottom hem of my dress, helping me slide in, before walking around to the right side of the limo.
Once inside the limo, Mike slams the door, making me jump, my earlier nerves back in full force. Eli slides in beside me and closes the door, then grabs the seat belt, buckles me in, and takes my hand in his.
I glance around the black leather interior as the limo shifts into drive. It’s clean and empty, and I like it. No wet bar, no snacks, no spread of any kind.
“Where are we going?”
“Grauman’s in Hollywood.”
“Do you know what movie we’re seeing?”
“It’s a period drama. Jessica St. Clare is starring in it,” he says like he didn’t just kick me in the stomach.
“Oh.” I focus on the view, as we drive through downtown to Hollywood, and not the jealousy ripping through every cell in my body.
