The Grand Pact (The Grand Men #1)(118)

“Elliot.” I pull on his hair, praying he drops us to the ground and gives us both what we crave.

Connection.

Him.

Us.

It’s all I need.

But he doesn’t let up, walking blindly until my back hits something cold and hard. I think we’re back at the lodge, and I frown at how quick we got here, but when I pull away, I see that he’s unlocking a different door. “Where are we?”

He looks at me, nose to nose, his eyes heavy, and his lips swollen. My feet hit the ground, but he keeps me close.

“My place.”

He pulls my lips into a deep kiss before drawing away again, his eyes riveted to them.

“They clean it and keep it maintained, but the beds might not be made.”

I kiss him back, not giving a crap if the beds are made.

“Hmmm,” I moan.

“Baby, say it again,” he hums, kissing me.

“I love you?”

Kiss.

“You say it—”

Kiss.

“Again,” I pant, pulling his shirt from his slacks.

He smiles against my mouth, and my stomach bottoms out. “No.”

I groan, and he pushes open the door, his mouth on my neck as he guides me backwards into the dark lodge.

“I’m going to fuck you.” His tongue flattens against the hollow dip in my throat. He taunts me, dragging it up slowly then sucking at my jaw. “I’m going to fuck you properly.” He smiles against me again, and I know it’s my weak spot. This man shouldn’t be allowed to smile, let alone when his mouth is on me.

I pull at his hair, and he lets out a growl as he lifts me at the waist.

“You fucked me against a door already tonight,” I tell him, my hands working on his buttons as he grinds his cock against me. His shirt hangs open, and he leans back, placing his hand around my throat, mimicking the move from before. His thumb dusts over my erratic pulse, and I take him in.

He’s so fucking hot. It’s not right. Not normal.

He shakes his head. “That was me fulfilling a promise.” His eyes dance with sin. “Trust me when I tell you, when I fuck you, you’ll know.”

“No,” I paw his hand away from my throat, sliding my arms around his shoulders where I pull on the hair at the nape of his neck until his head eases back. “That was you being a prick.” I force his face back to mine as I shift myself higher around his waist, using my legs to lock myself tight. Our mouths brush, and his lips part, ready for something I hold back. “Trust me when I tell you, when you’ve fulfilled that promise, you’ll know.” I lick my lips and catch his. “You’ll know, Ell.” I grind my hips, and he groans, looking between us at where our bodies align.

“Baby, I’m still going to fuck you against this door.”

“I know. Get it over with so you can love me.”

His smirk is sexy and full and makes my body heat. I expect him to take me against the door, but he must have other ideas because he turns and walks me through the lodge.

My eyes are wide compared to his heavy, lust-filled ones. He stares at me as he walks us out onto the terrace, and I don’t know what it is that he sees, but it makes my throat tight.

His forehead touches mine, and he gives me a deep kiss before pulling away again. “I’m sorry. The way I treated you in that bathroom—”

I shake my head and kiss him, cutting him off.

He slides me down his body until my feet land beside a wooden hot tub. “Turn around,” he mumbles against my mouth.

I turn, and he gathers up my hair, placing it over my shoulder. I feel him nearing, and I think he will kiss me again but instead, his teeth sink into the sensitive skin between my neck and shoulder, pinching, biting before he soothes it with a sucking kiss.

“I want you naked and on me,” he rasps against the shell of my ear. He slides the zip down on my dress. “I need your body—skin to skin fucking, baby. I need it more than air right now.”

Anticipation swims in my gut, and I roll my head back onto his chest, but he quickly rights me again. I watch as he removes the lid of the hot tub and steam billows into the air. It’s not cold out, but the wind seems to whip around us, creating a chill down my arms.

Elliot faces me. His shirt is open, and my eyes are drawn to his stomach, the way his abs flex and ripple as he moves. He reaches out and slips his hand into my dress, cupping my breast as he pushes the material down my arm until it catches at my wrists. I slip my hands from the holes and let it drop.

I stand in front of him in nothing but my thong, his hand still cupping my breast. He dusts his thumb across my nipple, then pinches it.

As he steps toward me, I take his shirt and pull it from his body so that when he brings our bodies together, our skin brushes.

“Baby, you’re so beautiful. So sexy.”

I slide my hands up his strong back and back down again, looking up at him as my hands drift over his ass. I slip into his boxer briefs and squeeze. He clenches tight, grinding his hips into my stomach.

My hands move around and work on his trousers, undoing the button. I push them over his thighs in a rush along with his boxers, but then he lifts me at the waist and locks my legs at his back again.

He steps into the hot tub and lowers us into the water. I cling to him as we submerge.

“Luce.”