Page 29 of Defying Ella
“I do hate you,” I muttered with absolutely no conviction.
He hummed. “If that were true, I’d be able to forget about you. You wouldn’t have spent the last few months haunting my dreams and driving me in-fucking-sane.”
I shook my head.
“Don’t be ridiculous,” I panted.
He tweaked my nipple and my hips jolted forward.
His head dipped, and he latched on to my nipple, drawing the over-sensitised bud into his mouth. Almost against my will, my hips rolled against him, and my head fell back.
“Are you wet for me, Ella?” he mumbled around my nipple.
I shook my head, lost in the spiralling climb to orgasm. Words wouldn’t form.
When I didn’t answer, he lifted me from the water. My skin immediately broke out in goose bumps against the freezing cold air. He placed me down on top of the hot tub, my legs still dangling in the warm water. The contrast between hot and cold only served to heighten the sensations of his body brushing against mine.
Jared tugged me forward until I fell back against the railing, supporting myself on my elbows.
With the spell momentarily broken, I bit my lips and considered him. His breaths came in short spurts while he studied me with so much hunger that it cut off my protests before I’d even convinced myself to run.
His fingers gripped the ties of my bikini bottoms, untying them far too quickly. I tensed at the gust of cool air against my exposed lips, but then his hot mouth was on me, lapping at me and driving me insane from one breath to the next. My hips shot forward, mindlessly chasing the fire his mouth created.
“Fuck,” he groaned. “I forgot how good you taste.”
My core clenched at his ragged praises. The sharpness of it drilled through the fog of lust.
I hated him. Why did I let it get this far?
One more time won’t hurt, a small voice whispered at the back of my mind.
His tongue circled my clit, dragging a shuddering breath from my lungs and adding to the logic of that voice.
What did it matter if we fucked one last time? I knew better now. Avoiding him once we escaped the cabin would be far easier.
We have no idea how long we’ll be stuck and burning off the need he’d triggered would make life so much more bearable with him. Luckily, he seemed determined to give me what I needed.
It didn’t have to mean anything.
Jared lowered himself back into the hot tub and draped my legs over his shoulders.
“After tonight, we’re done,” he muttered, his breath fluttering deliciously against my wetness. He pierced me with that devilish green gaze, his expression warring between annoyance and bliss. “No more fucking with my head, making me want things I can’t have. Are we clear, Els?”
Growling, his head dropped and his mouth latched on to my clit, suckling hard. A strangled groan escaped me at the shot of fire pushing me over the edge and into a glorious spiral. My head fell back and my eyes fluttered shut while my body seized with pleasure.
Distantly, I heard Jared swear, but I couldn’t make myself care while my muscles relaxed, and satisfied tiredness swept through me.
Jared’s grip on my body slackened, and I slid back into the water with a blissed-out sigh.
“This is the last time,” he muttered against my ear before nipping at the lobe.
His fingers stroked gentle circles along my hips while his tattooed chest rose and fell in barely controlled gasps. Each brush sent lingering sparks of heat to my core, stoking the barely doused flames.
“I don’t know who you’re trying to convince, Jared, but I didn’t start this.” I tensed in his arms, refusing to break eye contact. “And I’ll happily end it.”
I pushed at his chest, hoping the combination of the water and his surprise would give me the upper hand.
Instead, his grip tightened before his lips flatlined and he spun me. Water sloshed over the sides of the tub. My back slammed against his chest, the air whooshing from my lungs while my clit pulsed with need.
