The Casanova (The Miles High Club #3)(73)

He exhales heavily, and I know he doesn’t want me to go back inside to Daniel.

“Elliot.”

“Fine. You have five minutes.”

I kiss him quickly and make my way back into the auction room. Daniel has moved and I look around. Where is he?

I find him talking to a group of women in the corner, and I smile. I wasn’t lying before to Elliot, he really does very well in the hook-up department. He glances up, sees me, and excuses himself.

“Hi.”

“Thank God you got rid of that fuckwit,” he whispers.

“Um . . .” I frown. “About that.”

He rolls his eyes. “Don’t tell me.”

“We just need to talk.”

“With body fluid? Come on, Kate.”

“Stop it, I want to see where this goes.”

“Why?”

“Because he makes me forget who I am, Daniel, and when I’m with him, I’m not sad Kathryn any more. For the first time in years, I feel like my old self. I need you to be my friend and support me in this.”

“For God’s sake,” he mutters under his breath. “He’s a psycho.”

“Maybe.” I shrug. “Are you okay if I go?”

“Fine,” he snaps. “Fuck off then.”

I smile.

He kisses me on the cheek. “Bye.”

“Are you sure?”

He widens his eyes. “Positive.”

“See you at home?”

“Yeah.” Daniel turns back to his conversation with the girls, fully distracted. I let out a sigh of relief and, with nerves swirling around in my stomach, I turn toward the door.

I walk out of the front door and look around, see the black Mercedes double-parked. I cross the road and go around to the passenger side, the lock clicks open, and I get in, and because of his close proximity my mood instantly changes from anxious to excited in two seconds flat. “Hi,” I whisper.

He stares over at me and the air crackles between us.

“You piss me off,” he says.

I smile softly. There’s the bossy man I know.

“And I’m not taking your crap, Elliot, don’t ask me to. It won’t fly with me.”

He goes to say something and I cut him off.

“Shut up and kiss me.”

He grabs my face and pulls me to him; his tongue takes no prisoners as it swipes through my open lips. His grip is dominant and hot and . . . oh . . . “You pissed me off,” he repeats.

“What are you going to do about it,” I murmur against his lips.

His grip on my face tightens, his teeth graze my bottom lip. “You’ll see.” He pulls out into the traffic and revs the car hard as he takes off at speed. I look between him and the road as I swallow the lump in my throat.

Fuck.

I think I’m in for one hell of a night.

What seems like a long time later we are somewhere in the country. “This is where your new house is?” I frown.

“Uh-huh.” He nods, his eyes staying glued to the road.

“When did you move here?” He told me about buying a new place but I never asked where it was.

“Today.”

“So, this is your first night here?”

“Yep.”

“Oh.” I try to hide my goofy smile; I like that I get to spend his first night here with him. He turns off the main road and we see a stone sign, although I can’t make out what it says. “Is this your road?”

“This is my driveway.”

“Your driveway?” I gasp. “All this land is yours? Holy hell, Elliot.”

A trace of a smile crosses his face as we wind up the hill on the small road. I can’t see much because it’s so dark, but there are loads of trees in the headlights.

“This is only temporary,” he says, his eyes still on the road.

“What do you mean?”

“I’m going to live in the house for a few months as it is, work out what works and what doesn’t, and then renovate or rebuild. It’s very”—he pauses as if searching for the right word—“original, in its current state.”

“I like original.”

“I like you,” he fires back as his eyes flick over.

I smile. “I like you too.”

He reaches over and runs his hand up my thigh. “You can show me just how much in a minute.” He slides his hand under my dress and rubs the backs of his fingers over my sex.

And there he is, the bona fide sex maniac that I know so well. “If you behave,” I whisper.

He lets out a deep chuckle and I look out of the windshield, and my eyes widen in shock. “This is your new house?”

“Yes.” He pulls the car into a large circular parking area and turns the car off.

“Holy shit, Elliot.”

He leans over and kisses me. “Come.” He gets out and opens my door, and takes my hand and leads me up to the veranda of the grand house.

It’s huge and like something out of a movie, and it’s pitch-black inside.

“Put your phone light on for me.”

I fumble with my phone and put the flashlight on and shine it on the door.

He takes a set of keys out of his pocket and, in the distance, I hear the sounds of animals in the fields that surround us. I look out into the deserted darkness. It’s a little bit scary out here, if I’m honest.