Redesigning Fate (Revive #1) - A. M. Wilson Page 0,75

one arm banded around my chest, I feel him working the belt of his own pants. Yes, I want to scream. He isn’t moving fast enough for my liking, so I reach behind my back and fumble with the button and zipper on his jeans. Elias grabs the sides, while I grab the front, and together we hastily yank his clothes down to mid-thigh. He reaches forward and does the same to my pants, tipping my ass higher once my entrance is exposed.

“Hold on, Marlee,” he grunts and fills me in one swift, thick thrust.

One hand covers my mouth before I scream, while the other grips Elias’s wrist at my chest. He wraps his other arm low on my waist, simultaneously holding me up and using his fingers to rub my clit. My legs tremble with each deep thrust.

The feelings taking my body prisoner are unreal. The high of this man’s control rivals nothing else in my entire life. But beyond that, it’s the way he’s peppering tender kisses all along my exposed neck, and the way his hand is gently caressing my left breast. The sweetness of it contradicts the way he’s taking my body—hard and fast. Even more than the spell he’s placed on my body, watching a room full of people while I’m being taken so thoroughly, and they don’t even know it’s happening mere feet away, is unreal.

“God, I can feel you getting closer. C’mon baby,” he coaxes me, his fingers picking up speed on my swollen clit. My body gives a jolt as sensation overwhelms me. I screw my eyes shut tightly and let the feelings wash over me. I’m dangling on the edge, and my body is begging me to jump. My eyes open as my body begins to throb and that sweet, languorous feeling overtakes me. With my gaze locked on the people before me, the wave crests, triggering another orgasm and Elias pulsates inside me.

“Goddamn,” he pants, slowly pulling out of me. “You’re going to be the death of me.”

“Hmm,” I reply sleepily and begin to draw my pants up my quivering legs. The sensation of something tickling my inner thigh causes me to use my hand to investigate. Trying to abate the feeling, I rub my skin and encounter something wet. Sure enough, when my hand surfaces, my fingers are sticky with our arousal. “Shit, Elias. Shit!” I exclaim a little too loudly, considering where we are and what we just did.

He looks up from fastening his belt, and his eyes widen fractionally.

“We didn’t use a condom,” I confess ruefully.

Taking in my defeated posture, Elias approaches and wraps his arms tenderly around my body. I can’t help the safe, protected feeling I get from being enclosed next to his warmth. He sighs and drops his forehead to mine.

“I’m sorry for being so careless. I promise you, everything will be okay. Try not to worry about something that hasn’t happened yet. If our carelessness comes to fruition, we’ll deal with it then. Got it?”

I want to laugh because not worrying is impossible for me. Worry is a part of my everyday life. Since I’m still riding the high of our quick rendezvous, I simply agree. “Okay.”

“Good.” He kisses me chastely on the lips. “Let’s get back out there so I can play these idiots a few songs. Then I’m all yours for the rest of the night.”

Elias is going to play? The thought has my stomach flipping over. Musicians are so sexy. We may need to revisit our little nook before the night is through.

“Yes, please play! I love watching you.” I thread my fingers through his own and tug him behind me.

He laughs at my eagerness but pulls my hand to stop me. We simply stare at one another, his crisp blue eyes taking in all of mine. I know he’s seeing things I usually hide. It’s too hard to keep my shutters closed around him. Adoration and heat reflect back at me, and I catch my lower lip between my teeth.

His hand slides into my hair to cup the base of my skull, and he tugs me forward into a bruising kiss that leaves me breathless.

“I take that as a go ahead,” he says. “Come. You can stand up by me.”

Once we get on the stage, Elias slips the strap of a guitar over his head, plugging into the PA system, and stands next to the microphone. As soon as he starts playing a few warm up notes, the crowd