Redesigning Fate (Revive #1) - A. M. Wilson Page 0,95

Cinderella moments. A handful of good times after all the bad.”

I didn’t get it at the time, my mind too little to comprehend what she was saying, but now I see it.

Held by Elias, dancing beneath the starry sky, letting myself fall in love after all the anger and pain I endured by my father, brother, mother, and Travis, I see it. My life is not a fairytale. It’s probably the farthest thing from it. However, with Elias, I’m surrounded by Cinderella moments. This is one of them.

As the song winds down, I feel, rather than see, Elias leading me backwards. The cool metal of the car presses beneath my back as Elias leans against my front. I lift my head to look at him, and he drops his mouth to my neck, kissing the tender skin along my throat. The cold air and his wicked mouth rouse a shiver from my body.

“Are you cold?” he asks, barely lifting his lips from my now heated skin.

“No,” I reply, gazing into his darkening blue eyes.

He fists his hand in my hair abruptly, tugging my mouth to meet his. We collide in a bruising force. Elias’s tongue swipes out to taste my lips, and I open for him, stroking his sweet mouth greedily with my own. His free hand snakes up, slipping beneath the hem of my shirt until he reaches the cup of my bra. His finger slowly trace the rounded edge of flesh in light, teasing strokes.

I want more. I arch my back, forcing my breast into his hand, needing to feel him against my bare skin, needing to feel him everywhere. Elias groans as he slips his palm beneath the wire of my bra to cup my breast, his rough palm grazing my nipple in deliciously calloused strokes.

After our heated encounter in the lake this afternoon, now finally letting him touch me, touching him, I moan into his mouth. My body is about to combust.

“Elias,” I whisper, trying to control the desperation in my voice. “I need you. God, I need you now.”

He rears back from my body, his warm palm leaving my breast heavy and wanting. His eyes glow like burning embers as the heat from them fills me up. “Babe, in the truck,” he half commands, half groans.

My vision hazes as a bolt of need hits me between my thighs. I don’t want to leave. I need him right here. “But, please. I don’t want to wait,” I beg unashamedly.

Elias cups my face in his slightly trembling palms, the control he’s exercising over himself evident. “Every time we’ve fucked, it’s been rough and dirty and spur of the moment. Don’t get me wrong, I’ve loved every fucking second. But it’s time I love you with my body. When I take you properly, it’ll be in your bed.”

He needn’t say anymore. Without another word, I jump into his truck.

The door to my apartment crashes open and we stumble through it. My body aches to climb Elias like a tree, but he grabs hold of my hand and gently leads me into my bedroom. We stop beside my bed, our gazes locked, and our chests heaving in tandem. He lifts his hand up to brush the pad of his thumb over my lower lip.

My tongue darts out to trace the heated path his thumb only just created. Leaning down, he takes my lower lip into his mouth, sucking gently on the soft, warm piece of flesh, sending tingles shooting throughout my lower body. My breath catches, and without thinking about it I kiss him back, a gesture which has become second nature to me. I kiss those soft pink lips of his with equal fervor, because I own those lips. Those lips are mine.

The groan rumbling beneath his chest is purely instinctual alpha male. Our lips separate and he takes one easy step backwards. Staring through lust filled eyes, I watch as Elias slowly unbuttons his shirt and peels the material from his body.

I drink him in.

When he presses his naked chest to mine, I suck in a breath at the contact. His body is silk beneath my fingers, the light patch of chest hair teasing the overly sensitized skin of my palm.

When he reclaims my mouth, Elias slows his movements. Each lick is deliberate. He nips carefully at my mouth. He sucks my bottom lip gently, running his tongue against the sensitive flesh, and repeats with my top lip. When I go to run my fingers through his