JHopeWdNvrTrtMeLkDis
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*PREVIEW(CH. 20)*
"Elijah-"
He walked us forward until my front was pinned gently against the rock face at the edge of the river's bank, his solid chest radiating against my back.
"You keep forgettin',"
His voice was low, breath brushing my cheek.
"You're not as slippery as you think."
My pulse went wild.
"Let me go,"
I uttered the words in barely a whisper.
Elijah pulled back just far enough to look over me, his eyes flicked to my mouth.
"Say that like you mean it,"
He challenged, his fingers circling slowly.
"Tell me to stop, Renae. Tell me you want to walk back to that house and be Amelia again."
I didn't.
I leaned in, biting his lower lip until I tasted the copper of blood.
"Don't you dare."
I heard his breath hitch, felt his fingers digging into my skin with a strength that made my blood hum.
"That's what I thought,"
He rasped.
His fingers caught the hem of the dress, making my breath stutter.
The fabric was heavy with water, snagging against the rough stone. A long, jagged tear opened up the side of the dress, exposing my hip and panties.
I gasped, looking down at the rip.
"Elijah! You really just ruined-"
"I don't give a damn,"
He hooked his fingers into the tear, widening it with impatience.
"Hell, I think it looks better like this."
He had the hem of my dress bunched in his fist, and for a second, we just hovered there, trading heartbeats.
"Y'know, just for that, I think you should put on a show for me like you said,"
I whispered, my voice finding its edge again.
I reached out, tracing the line of his abs until I hit his boxers, teasingly tugging them down.
"I deserve that much, wouldn't you say."
"What kind of show you want?"
His voice dropping an octave.
"You want me to dance? Beg? Or see exactly what you're doin' to me?"
"That last one sounds real good,"
My gaze dropped pointedly to the heavy ridge straining against his boxers.
"So do it. Right here."