Page 33 of Riding Dirty

Closing the distance between us, I lift my hand and cup her cheek, sliding my thumb across her bottom lip. My gaze travels the path before I flick my eyes to meet hers. She blinks a couple of times, and it’s then that I realize she’s trying to blink the tears away that have started to form.

“I’m not judging you, Haze,” I murmur. “I just want better for you. You deserve it.”

Dipping closer, I touch my mouth to hers, slipping my tongue inside her mouth and tangling it with her own. She whimpers, and I reach for the hem of her shirt. Gliding it up her body, I’m thankful that she lifts her arms so I can divest her of her top. The move forces me to break the kiss, which I fucking hate.

Resting my forehead against hers, I let out a heavy exhale. Fuck. Elodie’s mine. I’m claiming her, even if she doesn’t know it yet, but I think this girl might just own me instead.

CHAPTER

TWENTY-SIX

ELODIE

Oh my god.

I don’t know why he’s here. I’m not going to ask him, though. Not when his mouth is on me, not when he’s just taken my shirt off. I could also be offended that he thinks my place is small or that I live in the hood.

He’s not wrong.

I’ve sacrificed my living arrangements in an effort to stabilize my business so that one day I can do more. Be more. Have more. It’s what I want. What I’ve worked for since I was eighteen years old. Since I’ve been on my own.

“You deserve everything,” he exhales.

I don’t know if that’s true, but I also don’t want to have this discussion, not now. Not anytime soon. Because I want his lips to touch me again. He smiles as he looks at me, shifting back slightly so he can look into my eyes.

“I don’t,” I whisper. “But I love that you think so.”

I gasp when his fingers pinch my nipples, then he tugs, and my head falls backward slightly. I feel my hair graze my back. I’ve never been so grateful to have been braless in my entire life than I am in this moment.

“I’m too old for you, Haze,” he murmurs, then I feel his mouth touch the center of my throat.

He thinks the problem is my age, or even his. But he doesn’t realize the issue is more about how much I want him.

Because I do. I want him a whole hell of a lot, and I don’t think I’m going to be able to just forget him or walk away. I’m his. Even if he doesn’t realize it, because I sure as hell am not going to embarrass myself by announcing it. But I am his.

His hands reach around to my ass, gripping me there before he picks me up. My hands fly to his biceps, holding on to him as he carries me over to my bed. It doesn’t take long, maybe just a few steps, but it’s the best ten steps of my day.

Wrath places me on the bed, and my entire body trembles with excitement, but he doesn’t leave me there for long. As I look up at him, all of the questions, concerns, and insecurities disappear because those light-brown eyes of his completely and totally consume every single part of me.

He wrenches his gaze from mine as he shifts down my body. I open my mouth to tell him to stop, but before any words come out, my shorts are wrenched from my body, rendering me completely naked.

Bare for him.

A loud gasp escapes my lips, so loud that I don’t even realize it’s come from my mouth, and that’s because Wrath has just buried his face between my legs. His tongue slides through my folds, swirling my clit before it slides through my folds again, then he repeats the move.

If I thought his fingers felt amazing, his mouth might actually be magical.

Wrath’s all tongue, lips, teeth, and I never want him to stop. He eats me like I’m the last meal he’ll ever have, and he wants to savor every single drop, but also can’t get it fast enough.

Holy shit.

Lifting my hips, I reach out and tangle my fingers in his hair. I can feel the scruff from his beard against the apex of my thighs, and it adds a layer of erotica that I didn’t even know existed.

I pull his face closer to me. I know it’s brazen and probably completely unladylike, but I also don’t care. I’m running on vibes and feelings right now, and I need to feel more of him. My body becomes not my own; instead, it’s like I’m on the outside looking in, watching the way I move my hips against his face, pulling him closer by his hair, and for the first time in my entire life, taking control of my own orgasm.

Because I am close.

So damn close.