Page 85 of Make Me Yours
I keep driving the entire time I touch her.
My foot presses harder on the gas. We’re going twenty over the speed limit now, but I don’t give a shit. All I care about is the way she whimpers beside me. The way sheholds my wrist like it’s the only thing anchoring her to earth.
“Steele…” Her voice is rough. Desperate. “Please… just… fuck me.”
God.
Her need is so raw and real.
I glance over at her. She’s panting, her head tilted back, her chest rising and falling in sharp little bursts. Her legs are spread open, and her body is begging for release.
And she’s so fucking beautiful like this.
I work her faster, then slower, fingers dragging her to the brink again and again, only to back off at the last second.
She curses.
Pleads.
Whines.
It’s exactly how I want her.
The way I’ve always imagined her.
By the time we pull into the parking garage, she’s incoherent. Her thighs are damp and her lips swollen from being played with.
And the best part?
We haven’t even gone upstairs yet.
Because once we’re through that door, Lilah Monroe belongs to me.
Every inch.
Every moan.
Every heartbeat.
Forever.
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My legs tremble as Steele steers me into the elevator, his hand firm at the small of my back.
At this point, I’m barely holding it together.
Every nerve ending is on fire, my body flooding with sensations. The heat between my thighs is unbearable, and the slickness coating my skin has me squirming with desperate need. I’ve never felt anything like this edge-of-insanity, can’t-think-straight kind of arousal that pulses through me like a second heartbeat.
And the person who did this to me?
Steele.
The same guy who used to pass me tissues during rom-coms, and eat half my fries when he thought I wasn’t looking. Now he’s the man who just had his fingers buried inside me with expert control before leaving me hanging on the edge of oblivion like it was nothing.
I glance at him out of the corner of my eye, needing to see him.
