Extra Special - Part 5

RETH

He'd intended to give her a speech. To pour her a drink and maybe offer a snack.

But she'd pulled him in. Her breath thundered against his cheek and her hips were pressing into his thighs. She clawed at his shoulders, pulling him down and his need for her crackled through him like electric light. 

"Fuck, Elia…" 

"Yes, please."

He snorted and took her mouth again, but she groaned and pulled away. 

"Seriously, Reth, don't make me trip you again."

He shot her a mock-warning look. "I let you trip me last time," he growled.

She gave him a skeptical look, but shrugged, smiling. "Whatever, just… please… please, Reth." She was breathless and reaching for his buttons.

With a growl of approval, he slid his hands into the back of her leathers to cup her ass, then dragged them as far down her thighs as he could reach until they sagged, then fell to her ankles.