Page 82 of Merciless

He’s watching me like a predator would watch its prey.

Taking a deep breath, I lean over the console. Elijah holds still with a mischievous gleam in his eye, refusing to meet me in the middle. He knows what I’m about to do without even saying it.

My head inches closer until I can feel his breath tickle my parted lips. Elijah’s eyelids hood as I close the gap between us. My lips brush against his for a moment. I mean it to be brief and chaste.

Elijah’s groan is my only warning before he fists my hair at the back of my head and yanks me over the console to straddle him. I suddenly forget how to breathe. His tongue shoves past my parted lips and tangles with mine.

There’s no sweetness in the kiss. No gentleness. It’s all domination, teeth, and tongue. He shows no mercy, preferring to nip my bottom lip, then soothe the sting with his tongue before he dives back in to deepen the kiss.

He grabs my waist and rocks his hips against mine, forcing me to feel the large bulge in his pants.

I’ve never made out with anyone until him. I’m afraid it’s showing through the sloppy kisses and unsure strokes of my tongue.

His lips curve into a smile, and it’s the only hint I need; this was part of his plan. If I didn’t answer his question about being a virgin, he’d find out by other means.

Not only did I fall into the trap, but I ran right into it.

The cunning asshole.

He lifts his hips to grind against me. My breath shudders at the feeling of his erection against my core.

Elijah’s hand sinks until it dips beneath my skirt and grabs my ass through my panties. I rock my hips against his, hating how my body moves in response to him.

His groan shoots straight to my clit.

One kiss isn’t enough. It’ll never be enough. Him touching me but not doing anything about it will never be enough.

Elijah ends the kiss by trailing smaller ones along my jaw, then down my throat. I tip my head to the side, giving him more access. He takes advantage of the opportunity by sucking a spot just beneath the corner of my jaw.

I shudder and rock faster against him, earning another deep groan from him. His hand disappears from beneath my skirt and cups my sensitive breast. A whimper escapes me as his thumb brushes over my hardened nipple through the thin material.

“Keep fucking yourself on my thigh,” he murmurs. He leans back so he can watch me. “Leave a mess on me, baby.”

His taunt is ice-cold water dumped over my head, and it snuffs every ember of lust heating my skin. I pull away from him and settle into my seat, away from him. It’s not enough space.

I can’t think straight while I’m near him.

“I didn’t mean to do that,” I mumble.

“Are you sure? Because it took one little kiss to make you unravel like that.” His gaze drags down my body.

I glare at him. “It wasn’t supposed to drag on like that, and you ruined it.”

“Did I? Because it didn’t feel like I was the one ruining anything.” He tilts his head, nodding toward the erection outlined through his pants. And the dark spot where I was grinding on him.

I look away while squeezing my thighs together.

“Take me home, Elijah.”

“I promise you’ll come crawling to me. You’ll beg me to fuck you, Eden.” Elijah starts the car. “And I promise that I’ll fuck you into the mattress.”

I don’t say anything. But we both know what I’m thinking.

I know I will. I’m so close to saying fuck it and throwing all caution to the wind.

I’m losing sight of why I don’t want to date or do anything with anyone.

I want Elijah. He wants me.