Nero (Made Men #1)(46)
“Promise?” She needed him to say it.
Nero smiled down at her. “I promise, baby.”
Elle smiled back right before he kissed her. She welcomed him in her mouth, letting him set the speed. He caressed her lips, taking care to learn every inch of them until his tongue ventured inside to do the same.
Unlike the last time she had worked to please, she wanted him to please her. Nero didn’t seem to mind as he pulled her on his lap, making her straddle him. Her hands went to his hair so she could remember the feeling of it running through her hands. Elle should have known he would when he squeezed her ass in his hands again.
Nero deepened the kiss, forcing her tongue out so he could draw it into his mouth, and once again, she loved the feeling. She really wished she would have done it sooner.
Nero moved down to kissing her neck, nipping and licking better than he had before. Yeah, because he has to make it up to me. Elle would definitely make him, too.
Nero went lower and kissed her collarbone as his hands travelled up the front of her body over her clothes. They held her sides, right under her breasts, and Elle’s breath caught in her throat as his mouth moved lower, sucking the top of her right breast into his mouth. Her t-shirt normally came above them, but Nero had pulled it down, showing the tip of her thin bra.
Elle swore her breasts had started to swell by the feel of his mouth on her. As she pushed his head closer, afraid he would stop, Nero lifted his hands higher and started rubbing her nipples with the pad of his thumbs, quickly rubbing them into a peak. She couldn’t concentrate, once again under Nero’s control.
Her nipples began to ache from the hardness and her breasts started to become too sensitive under her bra. When Elle felt Nero’s fingertips go under her bra, over her left breast, she quickly grabbed his hand, hoping he wouldn’t pull it down. Elle let out a moan when Nero bit her breast in response, paying her back for what she had done to him earlier.
Nero tried to pull it down again as he laved away the sting, but Elle squeezed her hand over his.
“Baby, please, just let me have a taste.” Nero talked while he kissed her skin.
Elle whimpered “no” in his ear. She wanted him to. Like, really want him to. But Elle had a feeling Nero wouldn’t stop at a taste. She knew a guy like Nero devoured the whole thing. Elle would like being devoured by him, yet it wasn’t the right time or place for her.
Nero threw his head back on the seat and she watched him try to collect himself while she tried to do the same. Nero had dropped his hand and Elle couldn’t help smiling. No matter how bad Nero wanted her—and she knew how much he did because he had grown hard underneath her—he would never force himself on her. If she ultimately didn’t want to do it, Nero wouldn’t make her.
Elle gave him a quick kiss. “Thank you.”
Nero gritted out, “No problem.”
She began to try to maneuver off his lap and felt his hardness grind underneath her.
Nero quickly grabbed her hips, and held her in place. “Careful, or I’ll throw being a gentleman out the fucking window and watch your tits bounce in my face.”
Elle stopped breathing, becoming nervous for what he might do next.
Still holding onto her hips, he moved her off his lap and set her down beside him. Elle felt relieved and almost disappointed at the same time.
Nero finally let Elle go and ran his hands through his hair. “Not since I was a boy have I felt a girl’s boobs through their shirt.”
Elle tried hard not to laugh. Poor Nero. She was proud of herself to be clearly the only girl to make Nero wait.
Elle leaned up and gave him another kiss on the cheek. “I’m sorry.” She knew she didn’t look very sorry by the way she was smiling.
“You are going to make this up to me.” Nero’s voice was in a commanding tone once again.
Elle really didn’t like where this was headed as she stared back at him, waiting to hear what he wanted. What now?
“I am driving you to work tonight.”
“But—”
Nero put his hand over her mouth, shutting her up. “And from now on.” When Elle’s eyes tried to say otherwise, he continued, “I’m not asking; I’m telling.” He removed his hand from her mouth and stole a kiss from her.
Why not? It was the least she could do for him for being a gentleman. Hell, she would get a free ride out of it, and if she didn’t like it, she would figure out a way to get out of it. It was a win-win.
Since Elle had decided to give in and let him take her, she had another idea to go ahead and get something else over with that was going to be painful.
“Nero, do you want to meet my parents?”
Chapter Twenty—Two
You Wouldn’t Let Me Have My Way With You
Elle squeezed Nero’s hand as she walked up her driveway. Should I be doing this? Is this really a good idea?
Elle figured today was going to be as good of a day as any. If she did as her father asked—Nero coming over for dinner—it could possibly be much worse. Dinners were long and stressful; however, with her having to go to work tonight, this was going to be a Band-Aid and she was going to rip it right off. She figured Nero was going to have to turn back around to pick her up anyway.
Elle put her hand on the door. My parents are going to be pissed I didn’t warn them.
She thought it was going to be really funny if this whole thing backfired and Nero walked in on something—the something being anything. Like what if Dad took his meds again? Or Josh wrecked the house?