Page 57 of Quietly Falling
Ella had taken my silence on the drive to the Hoot & Holler as me being upset, practically launching herself at me the second she parked the truck. I certainly can’t complain about that.
“What are you thinking about?” she murmurs, leaning into me, her touch igniting a wildfire that has my fingers digging into her hip as I move her closer.
“You.”
“That sounds promising,” she purrs, her eyes dropping slowly to my mouth before traveling back up to meet my gaze.
Ella’s version ofshouting it from the rooftops—that little tease this morning when I’d had my hand between her legs—had been to announce to the entire place thatI’m her man.She kissed me hard after that declaration, her body pressed against mine with her arms wrapped around my neck.
Claimed.
Cheers and catcalls echoed around us, but none of it matters because she feels like mine.
“Dance with me?” she pleads, her hips rocking and swaying to the music, her body so close she’s practically in my lap andfuck,do I want that.
A thousand excuses flit through my mind, but I ignore each and every one of them as I let her pull me off the barstool and into the throng of people all drinking and having a good time. I don’t like being out here, but the second she presses her back to my front, she makes me forget all the reasons why.
“You tryin’ to drive me crazy?” I growl in her ear as she grinds against me, her hand grabbing the back of my neck as she sways us from side to side.
“Yes,” she purrs, leaning her face up to press a kiss to the underside of my jaw, my fingers gripping her hips harder as I tease the strip of skin between the bottom of her shirt and the top of her jeans with my index finger.
“Ella.”
“Just dance with me.”
“That’s not what you’re doin’,” I tell her, her breath coming in pants as we move.
“Sure, it is…just like foreplay.”
Foreplay.
Biting back a groan, I spin her around and crush her front to mine, my erection digging into her belly and my palm splayed on her lower back.
She whimpers, her hips grinding against me, and I’m pretty sure this is what they mean when they call a connectionexplosive.
Because it’s fireworks on the Fourth of July, and I don’t know how long I’ll last with her all over me like this, but hell if I want her to stop.
Diving my fingers into her hair, I slant my mouth over hers, the kiss hard and messy as I lick my way between her lips and take what I want.
What I need.
“Get a room!” someone yells and she laughs, her breath hot on my skin.
“Doesn’t sound like a bad idea,” she muses. “What do you think?”
“Say your goodbyes and let’s get the hell out of here.”
28
ELLA
“Take your clothes off,” I pant as I push us inside the cabin and slam the door shut behind us with my foot.
“Ella, I’m?—”
Ripping my shirt over my head, I drop it to the floor and unclasp my bra as Bodhi stares at me like he can’t believe this is happening.
“What?”
