Page 58 of Between the Flames

She stared at me in disbelief.

“Should I go on?” I whispered, pressing my forehead against hers.

“You…”

“When you talk, I listen. I remember the things you tell me, no matter how small. Because I love you, Elle. And I’m so fucking sorry.”

Leaning down to kiss her, I began to stroke the seam of her mouth with my tongue, silently begging her to let me back in. The distance between us was beginning to shatter me. My heart sank further into my chest as she stood still, not yet returning my kiss. My fingertips swept up the side of her body before entangling in her hair. “Please kiss me,” I whispered, forehead pressed against hers. “Please Elle, I can’t let you go again.”

My chest heaved with every breath, terror icing through my veins.

This was it.

I fucked up to the point where she wasn’t willing to forgive me.

My eyes snapped shut, an unfamiliar sting suddenly burning them. A strangled breath caught in my throat when I felt her nose brush against mine.

“I’m going to make you work for this. You’re not off the hook,” she told me, her voice small.

Relief flooded through me and I crashed my lips into hers again, emotions flowing through me. I poured everything I had into that kiss, wanting her to feel everything I felt for her.

Without breaking apart, I wrapped both hands beneath her thighs and hoisted her up, encouraging her legs to wrap around me. I pushed her harder against the wall, tongue stroking hers. Her body melted into mine as I deepened the kiss, her fingers playing with the hair at the nape of my neck. I circled my hips, my hardened length rubbing against her center. I groaned, the friction making me desperate for more. Suddenly, everything felt right again.

“Um, hello? Is everything okay in there?” a timid male voice echoed through the elevator. I groaned, ripping my lips away from Elle to talk to the jerk who was ruining our moment.

“Everything is fine,” I growled. “You can start the elevator.”

No sooner had I finished my sentence, did my lips descend upon my girl’s again, a whimper escaping her as I moved my hand to palm her breast. The elevator pinged, signaling the doors to open.

Without breaking our kiss, I moved her away from the wall and carried her through the lobby of the office building and out toward my truck. I kept her in my arms, my hand supporting her with a firm grip on her ass as I fumbled for the keys in my pocket. She nibbled on my ear, making it harder to concentrate on opening the door.

Once I pushed the key into the lock, I ripped the door open and dropped her on the bench seat, crawling over her and licking my way up her neck. She moaned, the sound connecting straight to my cock.

“Ryder, we can’t do this here.” Her plea was unconvincing, as my hand snuck beneath her shirt, skating up under her bra. Circling my thumb over her nipple, I played with it until it formed a stiff peak at my touch. My lips connected with her neck, suckling and licking my way to the soft flesh behind her ear. She shivered, eyes tightly shut, as she enjoyed my touch.

“Text your boss and tell him you’re not coming back to work.”

My hunger for her was raging. I moved to her mouth again, pushing my tongue inside and kissing her punishingly, grinding my cock against her center. She moaned into my mouth, her back arching as my fingers advanced past her stomach and connected with the hem of her skirt. I pushed it up enough to reach my hand underneath, my knuckles rubbing against the cotton of her panties. I could feel a wet spot soaked through the fabric and my cock grew achingly harder.

She panted beneath me, twisting her head to break our kiss. “I don’t have my purse, Ryder. I only have an hour left. Just meet me at my house when I’m off work, okay?”

“Okay,” I agreed, while licking her neck. “But first, you’re going to come all over my fingers.”

I gave her no further warning before plunging two digits into her and rolling my thumb over her clit. She rewarded me with a throaty moan and her nails biting into the forearm that was bracing me over her. I knew exactly what to do to make her come hard and fast and had no issues with using that to my advantage. There was no way I was letting her walk away without reminding her of exactly who she belonged to. She was mine.

I stretched her with my fingers, plunging knuckle deep as I worked her into a frenzy, loving the way she squirmed beneath me and suppressed a scream that I could tell was just begging to release from her throat. Dipping down, I tugged her bottom lip between my teeth before fully capturing her mouth, sucking her tongue into my own at the same time as I applied a little more pressure to her clit. Her walls clenched around my fingers, her back arching more than I thought possible considering she was pinned beneath me on the bench seat of my truck. A groan floated past my lips as I licked and nipped at her collarbone, my cock straining against my jeans.

“It’s taking every ounce of restraint not to fuck you right now,” I groaned into her soft skin, desperate to feel all of it against me. “I want nothing more than to feel you come all over my cock.”

“You’re so filthy,” Elle told me as she pulled my head up level with hers and caught my lips again. Her arms wrapped around my neck, pulling me completely down on top of her as I continued to push her closer to her release.

Within seconds, she was coming for me and I had the pleasure of watching every bit of her climax dance across her face in the most beautiful way. I kept pumping my fingers in her, slowing my movements gradually as her orgasm released its hold on her. When her eyes finally opened, she beamed up at me, and my heart did a backflip at the sight. Her eyes were the bluest I had ever seen them, so much lighter than when her eyes had connected with mine upstairs. My heart tugged, knowing that I was the one who had dimmed her light. I would never, ever, fucking do that again. I removed my fingers from her and reluctantly pulled away, sliding down her body until my feet touched the ground. I adjusted my rock hard cock in my pants as she sat up, fixing her skirt and smoothing it.

“Okay, beautiful, back to work you go,” I told her, leaning over and wrapping my arms around her body, sliding her toward me. She giggled as I extended my hand to help her down.

“Ever the white knight,” she mused, hopping out of the truck.

“Maybe a dark prince is more suitable,” I retorted, while kissing the top of her head. “I can’t promise that I won’t sometimes be the villain—the way I feel for you is beastly and there will be times where my jealousy fucks me up, but I will do my best to always be a knight for you.”

Elle squeezed me tighter, the feeling of a nod pressing into my chest while I held her in the parking lot. My heart was finally feeling a little lighter knowing that she was still mine.

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