“Boo,” Libby yelled from her spot at the front row of couches a couple hours later, drawing out the word and making Elle jump.
I pulled her back against my chest when Maverick mimicked her tone, firing back, “Shut up.”
“I vote something else,” she continued. “Anything else.”
“We already played your vote,” Diggs said. “Now it’s ours.”
Elle turned her head so she could whisper, “What’s happening?”
“Libby hates shoot-’em-up movies.” I nipped at her bottom lip, my hands tightening on her thighs when she relaxed against me and sighed.
God, this girl.
It hadn’t been long into the first movie before her worries about being in the room had faded.
Guess I could thank Diggs for that too since he’d come back to talk to her every ten minutes. Getting closer and closer until Elle had gone from sitting beside me to being between my legs with my arms tight around her.
Sometime near the end, hands had started searching, and I’d pulled her onto my lap, her mouth parting for me when I’d begged entrance.
It’d been like high school all over again, and I was pretty damn sure I was having the best night of my life.
She pressed a gentle kiss to my lips, turning when gunfire sounded through the speakers, filling the room. Her chest moved with her muted laugh. “Killed two guys in the first five seconds. Very telling. Very different from Libby’s vote.”
Also extremely loud.
And I knew from experience it would put Libby to sleep and hold the guys’ attention. Which meant Diggs would stop wandering back here.
I went back to trailing my fingers up and down Elle’s thighs, every few passes going higher than the last now that I knew we’d be left alone—every few passes barely catching the hitch in her breathing when I did.
She gripped the edge of the blanket that covered us tighter, her teeth sinking into her bottom lip when my fingers brushed the inside of her thighs. And then again. But her eyes never once left the screen.
On the next pass up her legs, she shifted, spreading them wider for me in a silent plea and the greatest tease. Because that movement had caused her to rock against me, and it was torture not to respond the way I wanted to.
I slid my hand higher into her shorts and was teasing the edge of her underwear when she did it again—that slight rocking that made my need for her grow. That made me forget where we were. That made me forget everything else except for her.
She glanced over her shoulder, her heated eyes locking with mine when I moved my hands away to grab her hips.
Hooking my fingers in the band of her shorts, I started dragging them and her underwear down.
“Dare . . .” She gripped at my hands through the blanket that covered her, her voice hesitant, unsure.
I nipped at her jaw. “I won’t let anyone see you, Firefly.”
Holding my stare, she released my hands and lifted her hips to let me slip the fabric off her. A groan sounded in my chest when she sat on my growing erection, rocking her ass harder against it and letting a whimper escape her parted lips.
I gripped her hips, pressing her harder against me for a few seconds before I moved my hands to spread her legs.
“You okay?”
She nodded, her breaths growing rougher.
“Tell me.”
“I’m okay,” she whispered, a soft cry sliding up her throat when I trailed my fingers along her sex. “Oh God.”
Her head dropped back to my shoulder when I pressed a finger inside her, her hands gripped my hips when I pushed in another.
“Still okay?” I asked, my voice gruff with the need to sink into this girl.
“Yes.”
True.
I held my other hand to her stomach, keeping her from arching too far away and keeping her ass pressed firmly against me as she rode my fingers. A shiver tore through her when my thumb found her clit, her whimpers and moans getting lost in the yelling and gunfire from the movie.
“Stop.” Her voice was a throaty mixture of pleasure and need. “Stop, I’m going—oh, God. I’m going . . .”
A smirk tugged at my lips when I whispered, “I dare you.”
She reached up with one hand to grip at my hair, her body tensing and trembling.
I quickly released my hold on her to cover her mouth when a shocked cry burst from her chest, pride surging through me as I pushed her through the tremors rolling through her body.
I kissed her cheek and lowered my hand when she relaxed against me, my eyes darting from couches to chairs to make sure no one’s attention had left the screen.
She loosened her tight hold on my hair and pled, “Let me face you.”
I helped her turn so she was straddling me, making sure the blanket still covered her, and fought back a groan when she pressed her mouth to mine, reaching for where I was straining for her.
I gripped her forearms to stop her, placing another quick, hard kiss on her lips when hurt and confusion flashed across her face.
Bending to grab her discarded clothes, I handed them to her. “Hold these and hold on to me.”
That was the only warning I gave her before I stood from the couch with her in my arms and turned toward the mattresses.
I needed to thank Diggs or Maverick. Whoever had put mine in the farthest corner, away from the table and couches and doors.
I pressed my mouth to Elle’s as I knelt to lower her onto it. “Wait here.”
I pulled the ties that kept the sheets secured to the posts throughout the room, spreading them out to create our makeshift room, then turned to face Elle.
She was propped up on her elbows in the middle of the mattress, her eyes wide and teeth sinking into that full bottom lip as she watched me.
“Tell me what you want,” I begged from where I stood. “Tell me you want to talk and we will. Tell me you want to sleep and we will. Tell me to go share a mattress with Maverick or Diggs . . . and I fucking will.”
Her head fell back, a gorgeous, husky laugh bursting from her.
When she looked at me again, she lifted one of her hands toward me in offering. Once our fingers were touching, she gently pulled me onto the mattress and rose to her knees.
“I want you,” she whispered, a shy smile playing at her lips as she reached for the hem of her shirt. “I want to shut out everyone and imagine a world where I never have to leave.”
“This is that world, Elle.”
I took the shirt from her fingers and lifted it off her, letting it fall to the floor as my eyes fell over her mostly bare body.
Trailing my fingers over the swell of her breasts, I said, “You’re beautiful.”
Leaning forward, I pulled one of her nipples into my mouth, my blood heating when she moaned and arched, offering more of herself to me.
I unwrapped the blanket from her hips as I lowered her back onto the mattress and hovered over her for long moments as I took in the perfection now underneath me.
Meeting her gaze, I whispered, “Fucking beautiful.”
With one last kiss to her lips, I bent to suck her nipple into my mouth again, rolling my tongue around the hardened bud before moving to do the same to the other. She sucked in a sharp breath and reached for me when I bit down on the underside of her breast, but I was already moving down her stomach, leaving a trail of slow, openmouthed kisses as I went.
“Dare.” My name was a warning and a plea as I moved lower, her heavy-lidded eyes widening as she watched me.
I spread her legs, keeping my eyes locked on hers as I lowered myself, nipping at her thigh until I was hovering just above where she was ready for me.
I leaned forward to taste her, teasing her with the tip of my tongue and nearly losing my mind when I did.
She twisted on the mattress, her hands fisting in the blanket as my name fell from her lips.
I wanted to consume her.
I wanted to worship her.
I wanted to hear her whimper like that for the rest of my life.
“Please,” she said on a breath when I gave her another teasing lick. “Oh God, please.”
I shifted away just enough to press a finger inside her and then another. My blood heating and pounding when I finally covered her with my mouth, devouring her the way I’d been keeping myself from.
“That’s it, Firefly,” I growled when she tightened around my fingers, a shudder tearing through her as I spoke.
Her hands gripped at my hair, her pleas nearly silent as she writhed, trying to hold on. She cried out when I nipped her clit then flattened my tongue against her, riding out her orgasm as she shook mercilessly against me.
Those hooded eyes locked on me when I moved up her body, her mouth parted in ecstasy as she grabbed for me, trying to pull me closer and frantically tearing at my shirt as I pulled down my pants. Her legs wrapped around my hips when I positioned myself between her thighs. Her eyes fluttered shut when I pushed inside her, a whisper of a moan leaving her lips when I began moving.
Each roll of my hips brought me closer to the end when I’d just started.
It’d been too long.
And it’d never been her.
“Look at me,” I demanded.
And she did. Her eyes lit up as if I’d just offered her the world with those three words, and God if I didn’t want to after all this time waiting for her.
I bent, claiming her mouth the way I wanted to claim her. The kiss was rough, our lips and tongues fighting the way it felt like I was fighting to keep her.
Her fingers tightened on my back, her nails digging in and urging me faster.
Urging me to keep going.
My head fucking spun as the need to make this girl mine nearly consumed me.
But her fears and the darkness that crept back in when she disappeared had me pulling out at the last second, gripping myself in my fist and pumping my release onto her belly.
Her eyes were wide with fascination, her chest moving with her exaggerated breaths as she watched.
One of her hands slid from my back, her teeth sinking into her lip when she hesitantly slid the tips of two of her fingers through the mess on her stomach.
And, fuck if that didn’t make me hard again.
“I’m sorry. I don’t have protection, but I’ll get some,” I said, my words pushing through my rough breaths as I grabbed my shirt to clean her stomach and fingers. “I swear I’m clean. I just wasn’t expecting you.”
“I know . . . I know. I trust you.”
I pressed my mouth to hers and whispered, “Where did you come from?” The need that swirled deep in my gut was lighting her eyes when I pulled away. “Truth or dare.”
A coy smiled tugged at her lips. “Dare.”
“Don’t ever leave.”