Page 92 of Not Your Girl
“That punishment you promised?”
His eyes go dark and a little feral. “Oh, you can count on it. You are in so…” He leans in and kisses me, hard and quick. “Much.” Presses a line of kisses down my neck. “Trouble.” Nudges my jacket and the neck of my sweater aside and nips at my collarbone then flicks it with his tongue to soothe the sting.
I brush Elliot’s hair off his face, then wind my arms around his neck, pulling his mouth back to mine again. “Then feed me, El, and then take me back to the hotel and fuck me. I’m pretty sureI love yousex is going to be the best sex of all.”
A groan rumbles from his chest, and I feel his cock jerk between us. “It will be. And we’ll get there, but I’m pretty sure you’re going to be doing some begging first. Bratty girls still get punished, even when I love every damn inch of you.”
I grin at him, even as need snakes through me. “I’ll be looking forward to it.” I roll my hips up against his rapidly hardening cock, feeling a deep satisfaction at his low moan, the way his hands tangle in my hair, pulling slightly. Then I do it again, and it’s like I hit Elliot with a cattle prod.
He jumps up, pulling me with him, wrapping his arms around me and tucking his hands into the back pockets of my jeans, plastering my body to his. When he speaks, his voice is low, mouth brushing my ear. “Amelia, you are sexy and gorgeous, and I love you so damn much I’m shocked my heart doesn’t just explode with it. I’m also so hard and so fucking closeto coming in my pants right now you have no idea, so here’s what’s going to happen. I’m going to feed you, and then we are going to go back to the hotel so I can get my hands and my mouth and my dick on every single inch of you, all night long. How does that sound?”
I lick a path up his neck and then bite his earlobe, chuckling at the whimper that escapes his throat. “I can’t think of anything I would like more.”
CHAPTER THIRTY-FIVE
ELLIOT
“Shit,” Amelia gasps as I kick the hotel room door shut and spin her around, shoving her winter coat off her shoulders and anchoring her to the door with my hips. I yank off my hat and my own coat, dropping them to the floor before pushing my hands into her hair and sealing my mouth over hers, our tongues tangling in a messy, filthy thrash.
Without breaking the kiss, I kick her feet apart, sliding one of my legs in between hers. She moans into my mouth, immediately grinding down on me, a noise of frustration in her throat when she can’t get the friction she needs.
“What do you want, Amelia?” I push her hair off her shoulder and skate my lips down her neck, flicking her pulse point with my tongue and sucking on the sensitive skin, chuckling when her head drops back on another moan, thudding against the door as her eyes fall closed. “You want this?” I press my thigh more firmly against her, grasping her hips to help her move over me. The heat of her pussy radiating through the fabric between us has my cock hardening painfully, pressing against the zipper ofmy jeans, but I ignore it for now, because I need my hands on Amelia more than I need anything else.
“I want you,” she breathes, her eyes opening and finding mine.
Curling my hands in the hem of her sweater, I pull it up and over her head, tossing it aside and biting back a groan at the way her tits look encased in black lace, the way her chest rises and falls rapidly, the way her eyes go hazy with the evidence of her want as I look my fill. I could look at her forever, and it still wouldn’t be long enough.
“You have me,” I murmur, wrapping an arm around her waist and pressing my free hand to the door by her head, leaning in and closing my mouth over hers in a slow, dizzying kiss. “You’ll always have me.” I grip her chin to keep her eyes on mine. “Always, Amelia. I love you means forever. Tonight, I’m going to show you exactly what forever looks like. With my hands and my mouth and my dick and as many words as you need to remind you that there is no future that exists where it’s not you and me. We are fucking endgame.”
She smiles, winding her arms around my waist and pressing a kiss to the center of my chest. “Fuck, I love you so much. I don’t know how I kept it in this long. Now I never want to stop saying it.”
I kiss the top of her head, skating my hands up her ribs and back down, relishing in the shiver that works its way through her, the goosebumps that rise on her bare skin. “Never stop. Tell me you love me a million times a day, and I’ll tell you right back. We’ll say it so much we’ll make it weird, but I won’t care because you’re mine and I get to be yours, and nothing is more important than that.”
She grins up at me and I feel my own smile spread until, just like earlier when we were lying in the snow, the joy and lightnessbetween us vanishes in an instant, the air turning thick and heavy with anticipation and need.
With her eyes on mine, Amelia flicks open the button on her jeans, grasping the tab of her zipper between two fingers and slowly sliding it down. I swallow roughly as she curls her fingers in the waistband and pushes, letting the pants pool around her feet in a puddle of denim.
“Shit,” I mutter as she steps out of them, standing in front of me in nothing but her bra and a scrap of black lace riding high on her hips. Amelia reaches back as if to unsnap her bra, and the word spills from me before I even realize I’m saying it.
“No,” I say, sharply enough to stop her movement.
“What do you mean no?” she asks, her eyes glinting in the dim light of the room.
“I believe you heard me. You leave that bra right where it is. That sorry excuse for a thong too. I’ll take it off you when I’m damn well ready.”
“Is that what you think?” she says, voice full of sass.
“You’re damn right it is.” I take a step towards her and scoop her up, bridal style, as she yelps into my ear.
“Elliot, what the fuck?”
I chuckle, striding towards the king size bed along the far wall and setting her down in front of it, satisfied that it’s exactly the right height for what I have planned. “You think I forgot about that little punishment I owe you? Turn around.”
Amelia puts her hands on her hips, eyes filled with a defiance that has the beast inside of me roaring. I’ve never been this guy—the possessive one with the desire to dominate—except maybe I have been, and I didn’t realize it until now. Maybe I’m the most myself when I’m with her. The thought of that has love filling me up and arousal making my cock weep.
“And if I don’t?”
“You will.”
