Page 81 of A Love Like That

“I’m serious,” I said, joining her on the floor. Perhaps it was selfish on my part, but I wanted her to agree. “Come with me.”

She shook her head. “I can’t. You know I can’t.”

“Why not?” I asked. “No one would know us. We wouldn’t have to hide.”

“Could we hold hands?” She peeked up at me from beneath her lashes.

I chuckled and tucked a strand of hair behind her ear. “If that’s what you want.”

She frowned. “You don’t?”

I hadn’t really thought about it, but clearly Elle had. I wondered what else was going on in that brain of hers. “I’ve never really been the hand-holding type.”

“Psh.” She waved a hand through the air. “We’ll see about that.”

I grabbed her hand and pulled it to my lips for a kiss, bringing her to her knees. “There are many parts of your body I want to hold.” I freed her hand and gripped her breast then gave her ass a squeeze.

“You’re terrible.”

“And you love it.” I grinned.

She straddled me and wrapped her arms around my neck. “I do.” She kissed me, and it felt as if she was saying she loved more than my teasing. That she lovedme.

I pushed away the thought. Even if she did, it didn’t matter. She was leaving soon, and she hadn’t given any indication that she’d be coming back. Definitely not anytime soon. Which was why I was even more determined to soak up every second together.

“Say yes, then.” I kissed my way down her neck, grazing her skin with my teeth. “Say you’ll come with me.”

She tilted her head back. “Tempting as that sounds, I know how important this meeting is. I don’t want to be a distraction.”

Itwasimportant. Perhaps even more than she realized. There was a lot riding on it—my company, the house, our entire future. But the idea of having Elle there calmed me. Instilled in me a sense of surety and confidence, just like having her in the house did.

“You won’t be.” I kissed lower—decorating her collarbone, her chest. “Promise.”

“Mm-hmm.” She fell back on the floor, sighing as I lifted her shirt and placed my lips to the underside of her breast.

“So that’s a yes, then?” I teased, working my way down to her shorts and removing them and her panties.

“We can’t,” she said, then moaned my name as I began to play with her clit. “You know we can’t. How would we explain my sudden need to go out of town? And what about the kids?”

I knew she was right, but I didn’t want to admit it. So, I decided to torture her a little more instead.

“You really want to go three days without this?” I pressed a finger inside her, determined to drive her wild. “Three days without my touch.” The words were whispered roughly, and she shivered as I added a second finger. “Without my lips.” I licked the shell of her ear, and she sighed. “Without my cock.” I nipped her skin, and she cried out.

“No.” She thrashed on the floor, clutching at the rug. “No. Oh god.” Her tone and her body shifted. “Yes,” she hissed, her walls clenching around my fingers, my own need coiling tighter like a spring.

I kept at it—determined to drive her as crazy with my touch as my words. And I whispered dark fantasies and praise into her ear until she exploded with a cry. But it wasn’t enough. I wasn’t done.

I kicked off my pants, and she tore at my shirt. I climbed up her body to meet her lips, my cock hard and aching as it slid against her supple body. “I want you, Elle.”

“Then take me,” she gasped as I increased the pressure. “Own me. Make me yours.” She sounded as desperate as I felt.

Or maybe that was just what I wanted to hear.

I kissed her—deeply. The taste of her mingled on our tongues, and it only made me harder.

“Fuck. You feel good,” I said, sliding my cock between her thighs. Her piercing rubbed against my skin, and I fucking loved the sensation.

“So do you.” She let out a shaky breath.

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