Chapter 112 Enjoy It A Little Longer
Audrey bit her lip, eyes uncertain. But he didn't give her time to think.
He kissed the corner of her mouth, slowly moving down—jaw, neck, already heated from before.
"Elliot... we're outside..." Her whisper sounded more like a stifled moan.
He chuckled softly. "So?" He kissed her neck again—longer this time, leaving marks.
She squirmed—half wanting to resist, half losing the strength to. His touch, his kisses—they were consuming her.
He pulled back slightly, meeting her eyes. His gaze was darker now.
"Never pull away from me, baby." His voice was rough. His fingers slid between hers, gripping tight.
She swallowed hard, heart racing. She should say something. Stop him. But all that escaped was ragged breath.
He waited. Giving her a chance to say no.
She didn't.
He smiled—victorious—then lowered his head, capturing her lips again. Deeper. More demanding.
He knew—kisses and touches alone wouldn't erase all the doubt in her heart. He knew it would take more than sweet words or gentle caresses to make her believe he wouldn't leave, wouldn't hurt her like others had.
But this was what he could do now. Maybe not enough to make her feel completely safe. But at least he could show her—he was here. He would always be here.
Their kisses grew hotter like they wanted to melt into each other. Their breaths tangled, creating an intimacy that pushed back the cold night.
His hands traced familiar paths along her body, like he'd memorized every curve long ago. His lips moved on their own.
She trembled because of his burning touch.
He felt her tense.
With a possessive movement, he slid one arm under her knees, the other supporting her back. In one motion, he lifted her easily.
She gasped, arms wrapping around his neck instinctively. "Elliot—"
"Shh..." He kissed the top of her head. Without another word, he carried her to the back door and opened it with one hand.
Slowly, he laid her on the back seat, looking at her face—still marked with doubt.
He lowered himself, joining their lips again—slower, deeper, letting warmth surround them. He wasn't rushing. Not this time.
Because for Elliot, the most important thing wasn't satisfying their desire tonight. It was making sure Audrey truly felt safe in his arms.
With Audrey positioned above him, she buried her face in his chest after they both reached release.
Their breathing was still uneven in the silence, wrapped in the lingering heat between them. Doing it without fully undressing had left them both thoroughly disheveled.
"You're insane," she muttered, breaking the quiet.
He chuckled.
His hand stroked her back gently, enjoying her warmth still pressed against him. He bent down, kissing the top of her head possessively.
"If I'm insane, you're even crazier for always going along with it," he replied casually, his voice still thick from their shared intensity.
She huffed but didn't move. She was too comfortable against his chest, feeling his heartbeat slowly return to normal. "I only did it because... I got caught up in the moment. And you forced me."
He laughed again, hand now stroking her slightly messy hair. "Ah, so I should create more moments like this?" he teased.
She looked up sharply, then pinched his waist without mercy. "Stop teasing me!"
A small laugh escaped him. He pulled her closer.
"I'm serious," he whispered near her ear, making her shiver. "I want more nights like this with you... crazy nights I never imagined before..."
She bit her lip, unwilling to admit that part of her wanted the same.
Instead of answering, she just tightened her arms around his chest, letting the warmth between them speak louder than words. He responded by stroking her back with equal tenderness.
Feeling her still pressed against him—still connected—he swallowed hard. "If we stay like this, I might ask for round two, baby," he murmured, voice rough.
She realized what he meant and gasped, quickly disentangling herself from his lap.
She hurried to straighten her disheveled clothes, face still flushed as she avoided his gaze—which clearly hinted at wanting more.
"Let's go home," she said quickly, trying to change the atmosphere.
Instead of obeying, he caught her wrist and pulled her back into his arms.
"You sure you want to go home now?" His tone was teasing, eyes dark, trapping her in warmth that almost made her surrender again.
She weakened as he brushed her cheek with the back of his hand, playing with the stray hairs falling across her face.
"I want to stay with you here longer," he said, voice low. "We don't have to go home yet."
She bit her lip, resolve crumbling.
Before she could answer, he kissed her again—soft at first, then deeper. He pressed her against the seat, blocking any escape.
"You said yourself... you got caught up in the moment." His whisper came between their quickening breaths. "So why don't we enjoy it a little longer?"
She closed her eyes, realizing she couldn't win against this man. And somehow, she didn't mind.
"J-just not here..."
He stopped. One eyebrow raised. "Why?"
Her face flushed deeper. She bit her lip, embarrassed. "It's... cramped."
He chuckled, thoroughly enjoying her shyness. His fingers touched her chin, lifting her face to meet his.
"Cramped, huh?" He considered for a moment. "Then let's find someplace more spacious."
She looked at him warily. "What do you mean...?"