Our kisses become hurried and unmeasured, and there is no stopping. Sometimes logic and curiosity collide. I’m not going to make logic out of this right now. Sometimes we need to see how far we’ll go and test limits, even if it is something wild.
My world begins to spin as we move.
He’s leading us back, and we nearly tumble into a bathroom stall.
I yelp, and he chuckles under his breath. We slam the door for extra precaution and find ourselves in a very close space. At last, our eyes lock for a quick, quiet confirmation that this is what we’re doing.
“You remember, don’t you? The way it was. You and me. The connection didn’t stop,” he rasps with his fingers clasping the back of my neck.
I slowly nod the truth before we kiss harshly. I can’t say that what’s transpiring is a profound moment other than giving in. But it is most definitely a memory that will chase us for years to come. Hayes seems to bring out that side of me. I never would have done what I did on the island, and letting us transpire in this setting also seems like I’m pushing boundaries.
But it’s safe. Because it’s him.
“Fuck, Elodie. Your mouth looks really good swollen from my kiss.” His voice is husky.
“Then don’t stop,” I beg.
He must sense the need in my voice, because one step and he has me trapped between the wall and his body.My dress gives him zero obstacles, and with one touch, he’s hiking up my dress, taking my leg with him until it’s wrapped around his thigh. A shiver runs through me from anticipation as he slides his fingers along my inner thigh, straight to my drenched lace panties. For a second, I’m thankful that we have a fabric barrier because I’m in sensory overload.
I’m craving his touch, and adrenaline shoots through me that Hayes is about to touch me intimately.
I gasp tightly as his fingers slip under the fabric and wetouch skin to skin. His other hand rests over my head against the wall.
“Is this the way you’ve always been around me? The way you will always be?” His tone is firm and adamant that I answer only one way.
It doesn’t matter because it’s the truth. “Yes,” I rasp.
His sinful smirk appears as our gaze holds, and his finger flicks my clit.
“Thought so.”
I’m burning up, and his eyes on me only add to it. I whimper when two fingers intrude inside me. My hands splay at my sides on the wall to hang on for balance.
“You’ve been waiting for me, haven’t you?” Another pump inside me. “Since we saw one another again. You’ve been waiting for me to touch you.”With purpose, he slows his movement, a finger inside me and his thumb on my clit.
I’m searching his eyes for his thoughts, but all I see is realization. “Yes,” I barely whisper as my breath is heavy.
“Good. Because I’ve been waiting a hell of a lot longer than that.”
His remark causes me to light up inside. For a second, something more intense is happening in this moment that has nothing to do with being physical. It’s the reminder that even after we left that island, we both occupied one another’s minds.
And that just sends us into a spiral.
Our mouths meet for a kiss that is messy yet feels far too good. His fingers drive up to yank down my panties, and my fingers begin to fumble with his belt. In the process, my thumb brushes against his hard stomach muscles.
I pull down his boxer briefs and pants to mid-thigh as he pulls out a condom from his pocket easily.
I simper a laugh. “You came prepared. You always carry those around like that?”
His mouth finds my neck for a quick nip as he sheathes himself. “Only when I’m around you.”
“And you stalk me to a bathroom,” I tease him.
“You’re snarky today.”
I hum a blissful sound right before my body tightens as I feel his tip about to enter, and it’s pure anticipation. He invites my leg to wrap around his waist, and he parts my legs slightly wider. I’m hyperaware of his strength to keep me anchored and his dominance to lead us.
One of his hands remains on my thigh, and his other fingers burrow deep into my hair. I’m completely at his mercy.
