Page 7 of Revenge (Elite of Elmwood 3)

Nor would I ever get bored of the way he kissed.

“I’ve been waiting to do that all night, Firefly,” he rasped, his fingers tangled into my hair and curled into a fist to keep me from going too far. “Kiss me again. Kiss me like you missed me.”

“I did miss you,” I admitted, running my fingers down his chest. “But that doesn’t mean I forgive you so easily. I hate what you did, whether your intentions were good or not, and it hurt me.” True, Brock and I at that time had never officially committed to any kind of relationship other than fuck buddies, but he was still important to me.

His eyes darkened. “I guess then I’ll just have to make it up to you.”

“What are you waiting for?”

A deep chuckle came from him as his lips edged past my mouth to graze the side of my jaw. His fingers moved to the front button on my jeans, popping them open with little effort.

I shivered at the first touch of his fingers on my skin. “Brock,” I gasped, turning my head to seek out his lips.

God, I was already wet, and he hadn’t even touched me there.

I wanted him inside me, but Brock had other ideas. The zipper on my jeans came undone, making room for his fingers. He slid them into my thin panties, slowly moving toward my center. Need throbbed through me. My hips lifted slightly, urging his fingers to where I wanted them—deep inside me.

My head fell back against the seat, and I bit my lip as his fingers found the pleasure point. A moan purred in my throat, and I felt him smile as he took the lobe of my ear in between his teeth.

He knew what he was doing to me, the power he had over my body, and loved it. The thing was, I loved it too.

His fingers pushed inside me, moving in and out. My hips urged him to go faster, further, as I chased the orgasm swiftly rising in my core. Desire built; so blinding, I swore stars swirled behind my eyes.

I longed to touch him, to kiss him, but our positions in the car didn’t make either easy, not when his fingers were inside me doing glorious things to my kitty.

“Faster,” I breathed, my hand clutching onto the back of the headrest. I wanted his mouth there, his tongue diving where his fingers stroked me. I wanted these damn pants off. If we had been in the middle of nowhere, I would have demanded he take me on the hood of his car.

“Are you sure?” he asked, torturing me as he slowed down his pace. His voice was thick with lust, and I was fucking glad to not be the only one suffering. If he would just end my torment…

“Brock,” I whimpered. “Please.”

Eyes clouded with desire, he looked at me. “Jesus, you’re beautiful. How can I ever say no?” he whispered, our breaths mingling. His fingers plunged into me, and my hips ground down.

On the edge of pure bliss, my eyes fluttered closed, and with a few more caresses of his fingers, my climax ripped through me. The trembles rocked and rocked like surges of electricity. He kissed me then, like he tried tasting the pleasure he created.

Brock and I seemed to never intend to end up here, and yet, we couldn’t seem to be alone without ripping each other’s clothes off.

When the kiss ended, moments went by and I couldn’t move. My limbs, languid and heavy, sunk into the leather seat. Brock removed his hand from my jeans, and I still sat there, basking in the afterglow.

The radio hummed low in the background. I’d been so consumed with Brock that it faded away. “You okay?” he asked.

Turning my head to the side, I gazed at the guy in the other seat. The bulge straining against the front of his pants hadn’t lessened. I smiled. “Ask me again tomorrow.”

“Now that we got that out of the way….”

My eyes darted to the bulge, and I bit my bottom lip. “This might be the most unselfish act you’ve ever done.” I refastened the button on my jeans and tugged up the zipper.

He chuckled, and I loved the sound. Dark. And mischievous. “I’m not always an asshole.”

I snorted. “Says who?”

Resting his hand on the top of my seat, he pinned me with a look. “I want to make things clear between us, no misconceptions.”

“It was pretty damn clear when you told me you loved me.”

“True. I don’t think either of us expected to end up here. I never meant to fall for you.” He twirled a strand of my hair over his index finger. “The Ava thing was partially me trying to prove to myself that I didn’t need you, that you were just like every other girl.”

“So when did you figure out you were in love with me?” I prodded, because girls needed to know this shit.

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