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Chapter Eight
Elliot
It’s like heaven has exploded inside me. Pleasure and unexpected tenderness, and then a deep flame straight from hell. Delicious, decadent, and wild.
Ryder Sinclair’s mouth is on mine and it’s perfection. I gasp and his tongue slides along my lip, into my mouth, and thought simply stops.
It’s just pure sensation.
I cling to him, my entire body a flickering flame of need and desire and delight. He tastes like champagne and a sweet, spiced something that’s deep and dark like a tryst and I want more.
He pulls back, mouth brushing mine with a lingering, trembling note of such tenderness I get instantly why women don’t hold grudges against him for his love and leave ways. I completely understand why they fall over themselves to just have him look at them or kiss them like that. And if he can kiss, then oh, fuck, what the hell can he do with sex?
There’s a magic to him and I can see it, taste it, feel it. His breath is warm and slightly uneven on my damp lips, and he whispers my name.
“Elliot…”
He hasn’t let me go and he’s about to say something else when everything lights up bright white.
“Shit. I almost forgot,” he mutters.
I come back to the Earth with a bang. In all that, I’d forgotten I’d orchestrated the paps, and as Ryder locks my gaze with his, I know that’s why he kissed me. He saw them and took the opportunity.
I’d just planned to walk out with him, holding him close, maybe get him to bend his head to mine like we spoke loving words to each other, but that… I can’t even be mad at him for kissing me.
There’s a slightly shocked light in his eyes, but I put it down to the flash of the cameras.
I smile. “You did good, kid,” I say, tugging him along to the sleek black car that’s pulled up to us.
Some of the paps are shouting to him, but Ryder ignores them and bundles us into the car.
He closes the door on the noise as slides a glance my way as he dances his fingers along the sleeve of my coat.
“I didn’t mean to kiss you,” he says, making my heart stutter in my chest.
“Listen—”
“I mean I did. Mean to kiss you. I just didn’t think it would go that far.” He takes his hand back and rests it on his thigh. “I’ll stop before I get myself into trouble.”
“Turning a new leaf?”
Ryder laughs and shakes his head. “I stole a kiss.”
“I’ll write about it in my bright pink diary.”
“Not lime green to match your sneakers? Or Godzilla themed? Or whatever that monstrosity of a T-shirt was you wore?”
“You’re not funny, Ryder.”
He bumps my shoulder with his and a small little thrill races along my veins. “You like me.”
I do. That’s the problem. “I don’t.”
“I’m growing on you.”
“Like a fungus?”
“A handsome fungus,” he says so seriously that I burst out laughing. “I was thinking we shouldn’t call it a night.”
