Breaking Elle (42 page)

“Rough, baby.” She gasps, clutching the rails of the bed desperately. “I want it rough.”

“Damn. I want to take you there.” She closes her eyes, biting her lip in anticipation as I explore every curve of her body with my mouth, loving how her body reacts to my touch. She moans desperately when she feels my hand slip between her legs.

“Reed,” she whimpers.

She pulls me to her mouth, biting my lower lip, and I swear I taste blood. She wasn’t lying about wanting to be fucked.

“Do you want me?” I breathe in her ear.

“I want you. Now,” she whispers.

I close my eyes as the air escapes my lungs. Within one moment of Reed’s fingers entering me, I am breathless. He gently pushes my knees farther apart, his fingers pushing deeper inside of me, locating the spot that sends my entire body into a haze of pure gratification. His eyes focus on mine, watching as satisfaction fills my face. My mind is blank with only images and thoughts of him, my throat raw as the intensity of my orgasm ends moments later. I want it to last, to prolong the pleasure that he gives me. I need more. I need him.

Pulling him back on top of me, I tightly wrap my legs around his torso, his movements gradually increasing. My fingers trail up his back into his hair as I lightly pull on it. A deep gratifying pain screams from inside me, craving more pleasure second by second as he pounds into me. The ache is excruciating, and my heart is beating so rapidly that it feels like it will explode in my chest.

Our bodies mold and our skin brushes. Reed’s hands travel the length of my body, leaving inches of skin begging to be touched longer. He sweeps his lips across my shoulder, covering my entire body in goose bumps.

I rake my fingers down his back and he makes a noise deep in his throat that electrifies me. A scorching heat races through my body, and I shake from the intensity. Gripping my waist, he moves harder, deeper inside me. I groan at the sensation moving at a breakneck pace, our bodies in perfect unison.

“Oh, God... please, Reed...” I moan in his ear. I raise my hips to his, and he groans pushing harder against me.

Her broken beg for more shatters the last of my control and I plunge deeper into her. My cock is harder than it’s ever been and I love the way her sweet heat swallows it whole.

“Oh fuck, you are so tight.”

I know I should slow down, savor our last night together, but I can’t. I’m completely lost in her lush body. Every small noise she makes encourages me to move faster. Wrapping my hand around her ankle, I hook it over my shoulder, giving me a different angle, sending me even deeper than before. I can feel my cock bump against the end of her with each thrust. Swiveling my hips, I grind my pelvic bone into her, stimulating her engorged clit.

His hot breath across my skin sends shockwaves through my body. I can’t hold back. He uses his hands to urge my hips in rhythm with his, while he watches me with his dark hooded eyes. I push him deeper, and he moans. Within moments, his breath increases to a quick pant and he clenches my hips. With another deep groan, he comes, never stopping his rhythm.

Moments later my body trembles, with insane, mind-numbing ecstasy. He slows his pace over me and gently settles next to me. Breathing heavily into my ear, he traces his hand down my hip and along my thigh. He could touch me a million times and each time the sensation would be just as powerful and amazing.

“Elle,” he whispers my name, his voice embracing me. I turn to look at him as he smiles at me, running his fingers through my hair, our warm bodies tangled together.

Lifting my head higher to look at him more closely, he closes his eyes. “What are you thinking about?” I ask timidly.

“How lucky I am to have met you,” he says opening his eyes to look at me. If his cobalt eyes are a snapshot into his soul and heart, they are telling me that I’m a big piece of it now.

“Doll?” I look over at Reed and smile softly as he slides in and pulls me close. He’s wearing a dark blue t-shirt that highlights his amazing chest, and faded jeans that cling to him enticingly. He makes looking good appear effortless. “I’m gonna miss you,” he murmurs in my hair. I’m not sure what I’m feeling right now, happy that he’s going to see his family, or sad that I won’t see him for five days. I lift my face, clutching his hand in my hands, and stare into his calm blue eyes. I kiss him tenderly on his lips savoring every last moment with him before he leaves. I didn’t think it would be so hard to see him go.

“Do you know how badly I’m going to miss you?” I whisper, pressing my forehead to his.

“Very badly?” He smirks, tucking a loose strand of hair behind my ear. “But not as much as I’m going to miss you.” He smiles, his eyes sparkling as he runs his fingers up my arm, giving me chills. “I wish I didn’t have to go. I wish you were coming.”

“There’s always next time.” I say, hopefully.

“Yes,
definitely next time.” He grins. He kisses me and then turns, puts the truck in gear, and swiftly hits the gas. Cringing, I grab onto his arm, hearing the growl of the truck underneath me. How in the hell am I going to drive this beast back home? What is it with guys and their big trucks? “Are you gonna be okay driving this monster home?” He laughs taking my hand in his and kissing it, sensing my anxiety.

“Sure.” I giggle. Taking advantage of these last minutes with him, I slide closer. He lifts his arm so I can curl myself underneath it. As I lay my head against his shoulder, it feels so right to be here like this. Too right. I tilt my head to see his eyes and my heart jumps when I notice the look in them. It scares me that I’m feeling all this for him so swiftly, but somehow, I feel safe, too.

“All the same equipment. Nothing out of the ordinary unless you’re scared of heights.” He grins, gently stroking my hair as he looks back out the windshield. I feel his chest slowly rise and fall as if he wants to say something. When he doesn’t speak, I turn on the radio to fill the silence because I don’t feel like talking either. I just want the warmth of his body against mine.

The traffic is light, so we get to Logan Airport with plenty of time to spare. We park his truck in the garage and take our time walking arm in arm to the terminal. He stops under the dark garage. Dropping his bag, he turns to me and takes me in his arms. “I didn’t think leaving you was going to be so hard.” He laughs. “You don’t know what you do to me, or maybe you do, and just like to see me squirm like this.”

I know I feel the same way, but I hold back my emotions. I’ve been wanting to cry since we left his house but haven’t. I always hate goodbyes. “What? No more mister tough guy?” I whisper, pressing my body against his.

“Maybe I’ve always been this guy. I just needed you to find me.” He breathes, clutching me closer to his chest.

“Are you giving me all the credit?”

“You’ll never understand what you do to me and for me.” He whispers, brushing my hair off my shoulder. His eyes burn me with a deep, smoldering desire. Standing on my tiptoes, I kiss him, softly at first, but it becomes urgent knowing that we’re going to be separated. My heart feels like it’s going to burst. I know right then and there that I’m in deep with him.

“I think that’ll hold me over for five days, I hope,” he mumbles over my mouth, smiling wickedly.

“Come on. I’m gonna miss my flight because of you.” He grabs his bag and my hand.

“Maybe I want you to miss your flight,” I reply, still breathless from his kiss.

“Really?”

“You can blame me. I’ll take full responsibility.” I smile, remembering what happened last night, and not wanting to wait five days to do it all over again.

“If that’s the case, I’ll have to punish you.”

“What will my punishment be?” I reply, biting the inside of my lip.

He scratches his chin, eyeing me hungrily from head to toe with his devilish blue eyes. “Do you really want to go there?” He says huskily.

“I do.”
In the worst way.

“I have a couple of things in mind, but I wouldn’t consider it punishment.” He winks and grabs my hand. “I’ll surprise you.”

The airport is bustling with summer and business travelers, so we have to wait in line for about fifteen minutes to get everything squared away for his flight. Good thing he only has a carry on, or it would’ve taken forever. He isn’t saying much since grabbing his boarding pass. He’s staring at it, flipping it anxiously, and appearing distracted and uneasy.

“Baby, what’s wrong? Are you okay?” I grab his hand and discover that it’s cold and clammy.

“Yeah.” He murmurs, looking out the window towards the tarmac. His broad shoulders tense, his breathing quickens, and his knuckles whiten from clutching his carry on too tightly.

“Wait a minute.” I pull him aside, placing my hand on his cheek, scrutinizing his face for a few seconds. “Are you afraid of flying?” I ask, trying to hold back a smile.

“Huh?” He replies, looking at me and trying to play dumb.

“You are,” I whisper. “That’s so cute,” I murmur, not able to hold back my smile any longer. I rub my hand over his chest, and he places his hand over mine.

“Cut it out,” he utters, bashfully. “I just like to have my damn feet firmly planted on the ground at all times.” He playfully pulls me into him as we continue to walk down the terminal “
Cute
,” he mocks. “No one has ever called me cute. Hot, gorgeous, or handsome, but not cute.”