My middle finger nudged her clit. “Is this where you want me? Or do you want my fingers inside you, fucking you until you’re shaking in my arms?”
She gripped my wrist, holding me against her. “My clit. I want you to rub it with that rough finger. I still remember how it felt—”
The calloused pad of my finger swirled over her swollen little bud. Her mouth fell open, sucking in a sharp breath. I took my opportunity to sweep my tongue between her lips, taking the taste of sweet I’d been craving since I walked away from her. Elena moaned into my mouth, going so pliant, it was only me holding her up. Not that I minded. Not even a little. Causing this prickly girl to go docile from pleasure could be an addiction.
Her mouth broke from mine. She stared at me with a creased brow, panting lightly.
“What, Ellie? Tell me what you need from me.” I was too gruff, but holding back took a lot of effort, too much to be worried about being nice.
“Kiss me. Kiss me, kiss me, kiss me, Lachlan.”
Her mouth crashed into mine, fingers tangling in my hair, tugging me down to her level. Her tongue coaxed mine out to battle, clashing with wet slides and whimpers until she gave in and I took over. I fucked her mouth, plunged a finger into her pussy, and rolled her sweet, needy clit under my fingertip. She clung, her elbows on my shoulders, hands and fingers digging in my hair.
She rode my hand until her inner walls tightened, fluttering around me. Her plush ass rose and fell on my lap. My cock was in agony. The denial I was forcing on myself wasn’t making much sense, not with my sweet girl writhing in my arms, holding on to me like she had no plans of ever letting go.
“Beautiful.” My lips grazed hers. My movements slowed, but she still held on to me. “So fucking beautiful.”
Her head crashed into my chest and stayed as her breathing slowed. “How do you do that?”
“Do what?”
“Get me off so easily? You have a gift.”
“What do you mean, baby?” I was still cupping her between her legs, in no rush to part from her in any way. “Your body lights up the second I get my hands on you. That part has never been a challenge between us.”
She blew out a breath, warming my chest through my T-shirt. “Never mind.” She knocked her forehead into me a few times. “I’m going to go back to bed now. I’m pretty sure I’ll be able to sleep, you know, if I can make it up the stairs.”
“Want me to carry you?”
I felt her smile before she shook her head. “What would my roommates think if they saw? No, I can make it. I’ll crash on the porch if I’m too weak for the steps.”
At my entire body stiffening, she snickered. She’d been messing with me.
I tugged on her braid. “You think you’re funny?”
Raising her head, she shot me a sassy-as-hell grin. “I know I am.” She nodded toward my hand down her pants. “Do you think you’ve made friends with her? Can you let her go?”
“I’m just getting started on making friends with her, but I’ll let both of you go for now.” One last swipe on her clit, earning me a tremble and a whine, I released her.
Elena slid off my lap and across the bench seat. She wasn’t moving fast, too pleasure drunk and lethargic—exactly how I liked her. I was able to make it around the truck to help her out. She raised a brow at me, then shot a pointed glance at the bulge in my pants.
“What are you going to do with that?” she asked.
“Ignore it. If you keep looking at it like that, it won’t go away.”
“You’re not going to tell me to drop to my knees?”
The genuine confusion in her question was a knife to my skull. It told me a lot about the men Elena had let into her life before me. That ended here and now.
I dragged her into me, tipping her chin to meet her wide eyes. “I’m never going to tell you to do something with your body unless we’re both on board with playing that kind of game. If you’re going to drop to your knees, it’ll be because you want to.That’swhat gets me hard and gets me off.”
She reached out, palming the ridge of my cock. “So,ifI went down on my knees right here in the driveway, you’d turn me down? No one will see, Lachlan. There’s no one around.”
It was as easy as breathing for me to drag her hand off me. Not that I didn’t want her touching me, sucking me, swallowing me whole. I did.Fuck, I did.
But not like this.
And not now.