grin.
She slapped at his shoulder, and he grabbed her wrist, kissing her again. His other hand cupped her cheek. His mouth slid over to her cheek and then her ear. “I want you, Caelyn. I want you so bad.”
“I want you too.” She looked around, her eyes scanning the lot. Then she had an idea. “Drive around back,” she told him. “Behind the store.”
He gave her a look as if she’d just grown a second head. “You’re kidding, right?”
“Hurry up before I change my mind.” She was out of breath from excitement.
Elijah put the car in gear and headed behind the store. There was a fence, a dumpster, and the fence was surrounded by an empty field and scattered trees. It was dark back there. One lone, empty car sat parked beside the back entrance. Caelyn figured it belonged to one of the store employees.
“Drive around the other side of the dumpster,” she said. “We’ll be hidden there.”
“You sure?”
“Yeah.”
Elijah maneuvered the car into a spot next to the dumpster. There was a dead-end to the other side of them, created by the fence adjoining with the store.
“I guess this is kind of private,” Elijah said, turning off the car and looking at her.
His eyes told her that he was as anxious as she was to be close again.
“I don’t even care if someone sees us,” she said, grabbing his jacket.
He grabbed her wrists, not hard, but firmly. “And you know I don’t give a fuck.”
He grinned wickedly and then kissed her again.
Elijah ignited a fire inside of her that she’d never known before. She moaned as his hands touched her hips and then ran up along her body as he pulled her closer.
He kissed down her neck, his lips like a combination of fire and ice against her skin. She cried out, desperate for him to be even closer to her.
Soon, they were tearing at one another’s clothes.
Caelyn pushed her hand beneath his shirt and grasped at the skin of his washboard stomach. Then she felt his chest, which was flexed. “I want to feel you inside of me,”
she told him.
“That can be arranged,” he told her, his voice husky. His hair was in slight disarray, and he had the shadow of a beard on his jaw. But he was as handsome and sexy as he’d ever been, she decided.
And what made him sexiest of all was the way he loved her.
The way he protected her.
“Elijah,” she whispered, as his hands explored her more fully.
“I need you,” he told her. His eyes grew more intense and darker.
“Now. Please. Make it now.”
And then they came together, in that front seat of the car behind the convenience store, and Caelyn didn’t care one bit. For all she knew, they might as well have been in a king-sized bed at The Four Seasons. It felt every bit as right and real and good as a honeymoon suite.
As long as I have him I’m whole.
And he made her whole again and again.
She cried out, and he whispered love in her ear, and then they separated from one another, a little reluctantly. Caelyn wished it could have lasted longer, and that they could have lain together, tangled up in bed sheets, sweat cooling in the air as they caught their breath.
But they weren’t really in a hotel room, they were in that car, running from the police and their pasts.
Elijah was fixing his clothing, his cheeks flushed. “You want to run in and grab some snacks and then I’ll come around and top off the gas tank?”
“Sure,” Caelyn said, making sure she didn’t look a mess either. She ran a hand through her hair and tried to smooth it down. Sweat beaded her forehead. “Do you want anything in particular?”
He shrugged. “Anything. Maybe an energy drink or something. I’ve been up for like twenty-four hours straight.”
“Okay.” She got out of the car a minute later and walked around to the front of the store, going inside.
The bright florescent lighting caught her off guard, and the scrutinizing stare from the cashier as she entered only enhanced the feeling of being guilty.
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