“Let him go, baby. He’s so not worth it.”
“You sure?” I ask, twisting my fist tighter as I brace for the regret I’ll feel letting him go.
She steps back and reaches her hand to me. “So sure. Come on, sexy, let’s get home.”
My heat of fury morphs into another kind of heat as I see the desire simmering through her.
I loosen my grip on his collar and shove him with enough force to send him stumbling backwards. We don’t even look to see if he falls as I grab her hand and move forward, picking up speed until we blast out of the ballroom, dodging guests as we go.
When we’re outside on the landing I stop her for a moment and turn toward her. “You okay?”
She guffaws and then curls over laughing. “Okay? That was awesome!”
“Really?” I wish I could laugh but I’m still so amped up.
“Well I may have messed up my big toe, kicking him. But hot damn, Paul! I’ve never had a man defend me like that. It was so hot . . . straight out of one of my books, fucking hot.”
I pull her into my arms because I’m really needing to feel all of this woman pressed against me. “Glad to be of service,” I whisper in her ear.
She looks up at me, her gaze full of lust. “I have never wanted anything as much as I want you right now.”
“Me too,” I gasp.
We rush down the stairs to the valet stand. I wave my car ticket in the air like it’s on fire. A compassionate valet, who with once glance at Elle seems to understand my plight, runs off at full speed to get my car. That dude is getting a good tip.
Elle is so anxious she’s bouncing on her heels. “Stella and Brandon snuck off and did it in the bridal changing room right before the cake cutting. She and I are two peas in a pod.”
“Well that explains one thing . . .” I say as the valet pulls up, I hand him the twenty, and we jump in the car. “That’s the most relaxed and happy I’ve ever seen a dude look to have cake smashed in his face.”
Chapter Nineteen
EDGE OF HEAVEN
I’m a little frustrated when Elle insists on us going to her place since it’s ten minutes farther than mine, but she makes it worth my while by groping me in ways I’ve never been groped. I’m going to add Magic Fingers to my list of affectionate nicknames for Elle, right after Filthy Mouth.
I take on the winding road over the hill of Laurel Canyon like a race car driver. Luckily, it’s late enough that the traffic is sparse, either that or God is finally looking out for me. It’s a good thing we’re both buckled in tight because I’m pretty sure I take a few of those curves with two wheels instead of four. Elle shows off her upper body strength by holding on even tighter, with a death grip on the passenger handle, and the other on my thigh. For that part of the canyon ride she doesn’t full-on grab my cock, perhaps for fear that I’ll lose control of the car, but once we’re on the flatlands of Studio City the game goes into overdrive.
I tear into her driveway and almost forget to turn the engine off as I’m peeling her hands off me long enough for us to get inside. She leaps out of the car and I’m right behind her, unzipping her dress as we wobble across her front porch.
We haven’t even closed the front door when the dress becomes a grey puddle in the middle of her living room. Leaping into my arms, she wraps her legs around me, and I swallow back a yelp when her sharp high heels dig into my ass. The pain is instantly forgotten however when I press her against the wall. It’s all just too fucking good. I take a moment to revel at the feeling of my hands groping her ass as she does some kind of Zumba thrusting move against me.
“Well, here we are,” I tease as I gasp for a breath.
“And just in the nick of time,” she says with a groan.
I bite my way up her neck until I’m kissing her again. I’m so fucking hard for her. The rough two years of being pent up, with every desire shoved down until I was almost dead inside, is finally over. Now my desperate need for her is a flash fire raging through me.
I start to yank my fly down so I can fuck her against the wall when my sex- fogged head clears enough to remember that this is Elle, not just any hook-up, and it has to be different with her.
“What?” she asks when she notices that I’ve stopped opening my fly.
“I want to take you to bed,” I say in a rough voice. “Now.”
She wraps her arms around me and tightens her legs so she’s clinging onto me. As I storm out of the room I reach behind me and knock her stabby high heels off. I plan to have her completely naked as soon as humanly possible.
I’m breathless by the time I’ve carried her to her bedroom and right before I drop her on the bed she pipes up.
“Um, remember that time you told me that you wanted to fuck me so hard that I wouldn’t be able to walk the next day?”
“Yeah,” I say as I lower her onto the sheets.
“Can you do that?” Her eyes go half-mast and she sighs. “I’d really like that.”
“Believe me, baby, that’s the plan.”
“Oh yes,” she moans.
I wrap my hands around her ankles and pull her legs down so she’s closer to me. Meanwhile she peels off her bra and stretches her arms over her head. Every move she makes is seductive, and I’m pretty sure she knows her breasts look spectacular when she does that, but I appreciate the gesture nonetheless. I cup all that softness in my hands and claim them.
“Mine.”
She stretches over and grabs at my hard-on, still trapped in my tuxedo slacks.
“Mine,” she says.
That works for me.
I practically rip my shirt off as she watches.
She lifts up so she’s leaning on her elbows like she needs a better view of my slacks coming off. She bites her lip and I notice the sharp rise and fall of her chest.
I take my time unzipping my fly and she starts waving her hand at me.
“Come on now . . . hurry up! Do you know how long I’ve waited for this? I finally get to see if that bad boy is everything I’ve dreamed of.”
“Should I feel objectified? I’m sensing that you only want me for my cock.”
“Well, no that’s not entirely true,” she says with a wink.
With my fly undone, I lower my slacks slowly as I watch her eyes grow wide.
She lets out a low whistle. “Praise the Lord and baby Jesus!”
I choke back a laugh. The Lord and baby Jesus being mentioned in reference to my cock is a first for me, but I don’t mind when she looks so excited. It’s like she’s about to get on a brand new ride at Disneyland. I’m going to buckle her in and show her that this ride was worth the wait.
Looping my fingers under where her panties are clinging to her hips, I pull down. My breath catches when I finally see her bare. When I rub my hands up her legs, she opens them, welcoming me.
I gaze at her smile and the way her cheeks are glowing pink. She’s glorious. “Oh damn, Elle, you’re so beautiful.”
She lets out a long sigh. “You’re beautiful, too. If you’re half as amazing in bed as you’re good looking, I’m never going to let you go.”
I join her on the bed and pull her into my arms. I love kissing this woman, and now skin-to-skin, with my hard cock pressed against her belly, and her hands gliding over my body, it’s perfection.
I do all I can to put off being inside of her, because I know it’s going to be unbelievably intense and I doubt I’ll be able to hold off for long—the first time anyway. The anticipation alone has me on a knife’s edge. So I kiss her long and hard while sliding my fingers between her legs. She trembles with every touch and stroke. She’s the most responsive woman I’ve ever been with and we’re only getting started. I take her nipple between my lips. I tease and suck slow at first but then hard, and she bucks, crying out with pleasure, her hands in my hair pulling me closer.
“Oh please,” she cries when she can’t take it anymore. She pushes my shoulders so I lift up before she points to the nightstand. “The condoms are in there.” Seconds later I’m kneeling between her legs, slowly rolling it on while she watches.