“Fake fiancée,” I correct him, watching him grow beyond irritated the more I turn this conversation into a battle. But damn it, I’m confused and frustrated, and this man is sending me all sorts of signals that I’m struggling to understand. “But there was nothing fake about that kiss, Elliot.”
Hisjaw clenches tight as he focuses on me. “What do you want me to say, Dilynne?”
“When were you going to tell me about The Charming Bull?”
His eyes widen with shock. “What?”
“Your dick. The Charming Bull. The bull riding contest!” I throw my hands in the air. “When were you going to tell me that I made you hard?”
“Never,” he answers honestly, but the fire in his eyes is getting easier to read.
“Really?”
His voice grows louder. “Yes! You never were going to know about that because it wasn’t supposed to happen.”
“But it did, and now it’s happening again.”
“What is?”
“You’re hard, Elliot. I felt your fucking dick on my back! And on my stomach, and in between my legs when you kissed me at the winery!”
Both of his hands push through his hair as he twists away from me and starts to pace. “Stop…stop talking, Dilynne.”
“Or what?”
“Just stop talking, please!” he shouts, burying his hands in his hair while closing his eyes.
But I’m not through with him. Iwantanswers. Ineedanswers.
Just a few minutes ago he was standing against me, teasing me with his touch. What was the point if he’s just going to keep trying to ignore what’s happening between us?
“You can’t make me shut up, Elliot,” I say, crossing my arms over my chest. “Newsflash, I’m not some woman that lets men boss her around, if you haven’t figured that out yet.”
He stalks toward me again and grips my chin in his hand more gently than the tension in his entire body is conveying right now, staring down at me with eyes that I want to burn me. Hell, I’m already on fire between my thighs, let’s see what else this tension between us can scorch.
“If you can’t stop talking long enough for me to respond, then I’ll shut you up when I shove my cock down your throat.”
Flash flood warning.
Flooding will occur on the floor of my garage in three, two, one…
“Do it,” I fire back, shocking myself even though I fight not to show it.
He squints, but his eyes remain locked on mine. When he speaks, his voice comes out in a low growl. “You don’t know what you’re asking for, Dilynne.”
Palming him through his slacks, I rub my hand over his erection—hislong, hard, hotcock straining against his zipper.
Yeah, I wouldn’t mind that in my mouth right now at all.
Elliot Thorne is packing and my rational brain has officially vacated the building.
“No, I do. And I know you feel it too—this sexual tension between us. So, what if we give in? What if we fuck and get it out of our systems? I know I think more clearly after a good orgasm, so…”
“If I fuck you, it won’t just be one time. I will fuck you over and over again until the only cock your pussy craves is mine.”
“That’s a big promise, Elliot. You sure you can deliver? You sure—”
I don’t get to finish my sentence because Elliot’s mouth is covering mine, swallowing my moans as his arms wrap around my waist and he lifts me in his arms. My legs wrap around him instinctually and I bury my hands in his thick tresses, groaning as our tongues tangle and fight for control.