tell me you want me , don't say that you might

Hearing her admit she had never actually wanted to shut the door on him was a relief within itself. But it was her next confession that truly caught him off guard more than anything else she'd said today. I'm dying to kiss you right now. He didn't even hear the question that followed — all that mattered was the fact that Cleo admitted to wanting to kiss him. Hell, not just admitted... But she said she was dying to. Elijah's grip on her waist tightened instinctively and he looked down at her once more, his eyes dark with a hunger he had spent years trying to drown out. Seeing the conflicted, beautiful desperation in her gaze made him want to forget every rule, every bit of timing, and the boyfriend she'd left behind. "No," Elijah whispered as he slowly slid one hand up from her waist, his thumb gently tracing the line of her jaw to tilt her face up just a little bit more, keeping her trapped in his space. "It makes you human... It makes you the girl who still belongs to me, even if we're both too stubborn to admit how fucked up this is." He let out a ragged breath then, gaze dropping to Cleo's lips once more before he dragged his eyes back up to meet hers. The restraint it took not to kiss her in that exact second was harder than anything he'd endured on the field. But looking at her flushed cheeks, the vulnerable curve of her lips, and the magnetic pull of the chemistry that had ruined them both for anyone else, Elijah realized he didn't give a damn about playing by the rules. Not anymore. He had spent years being patient, being distant, and he was entirely done waiting. "To hell with it," Elijah growled, the possessive urge taking over completely. He didn't give her a chance to answer, to overthink, or to feel guilty for another second before he closed the agonizingly small distance between them, his large hand sliding from her jaw to cup the back of her neck to tilt her head back as he brought his lips down to hers.

damn, he was right... and cleo hated that. she still belonged to him. they both knew it. it didn't take long for elijah to see right through cleo, to cut her open and peer right inside. after all this time, it still felt like he knew her better than anyone else. like he always knew the right thing to say. she'd melt for him without much effort. despite how fucked up it was, there was something undeniably sexy about him standing right here in front of her, his steady hands keeping her in place, possessive as he laid claim to her. god, cleo was so gone. so wrapped up in him, in this moment. she knew it was wrong. she knew better than to go around playing with some innocent guy's heart, but it wasn't like elijah was making that any easier on her. cleo let out a quiet gasp the moment he closed the space between them and kissed her. her dainty hands naturally sliding behind the nape of his neck, those glossy lips humming against his own. the familiarity instantly soothed something inside her that she hadn't realized wasn't at rest. god, he tasted so good. his lips were so warm and soft. her tongue swiped along his bottom lip, begging for entrance, already dying to taste him. the fog of desire hazed her mind with impure thoughts of him. cleo finally pulled away only to catch her breath. "if you miss me like you say you do... you should prove it to me," she challenged softly. "and i'll just deal with the consequences in the morning." the words hardly made it out of her mouth before she crashed back into his lips. this time there was nothing soft about it, only something hungrier, all teeth and tongue, as though she'd finally stopped fighting the pull that always seemed to bring her back to him.

she liked , no loved , making adonis jealous especially when she was away from him. if she knew he would be watching a game she was commentating on , she would intentionally flirt with her co-host ; or if she had the opportunity to do an interview , she would flirt with someone she was interviewing. the jealous side of adonis was a side she raved about. " and how much money you got in the bank since your boxing days , hm ?" she questioned. " idris could buy me an island if i asked , maybe even a set of jewelry with swarvoski crystals." even if someone could , it didn't trump what adonis could provide for her. adonis knew everything about her. emery didn't budge when the man took her hand. she rolled her eyes at his question , but smiled. " you know i missed your stupid ass." she told him. her eyes were out the window rather than on him. she couldn't handle to see the satisfaction on his face, and also knowing that he knew the answer to that. " as much as i love the traveling , i miss being home." home was wherever adonis was - whether this be at his home or hers. she took the opportunity to look at him. " and you know , being able to guard my ice cream with my life since someone can't keep their hands to themselves."

it didn't take much to make him jealous, not when it came to emery. she was the center of his existence. no matter where things had fallen apart, no matter how complicated everything became, and even when she teased him like this, it only reminded him how possessive he still felt over her. when she questioned how much money he had left from his boxing days, he let out a sarcastic snort of a laugh. the massive fight earnings, pay-per-view checks, endorsements, sponsorships, investments. despite his large personality, his was a humble guy. he never really liked to brag. he was more interested in investing in his gym, taking care of his family, and, of course, spoiling emery whenever she let him. still, he knew that compared to idris, he probably didn't come close. "see, i knew it." he shook his head, teasing her. "you're a gold digger." even so, he knew emery had more sentiment than anyone. she'd always been tender, thoughtful, and loving. he was grinning ear to ear, trying not to laugh when she admitted she missed him. "good," he assured, his deep voice vibrating through the car. his steady hand slipped from the steering wheel to rest against her thigh, giving it a gentle squeeze. hearing her call him stupid only made him happier. "sometimes it just feels good to be home. where you're comfortable, where all your things are... ice cream included." he reached for her hand, lifting it to his lips to press a playful kiss against her knuckles. "c'mon, girl. quit playin'..." his eyes drifted from the road to emery for a brief moment before settling forward again. "you know i can't keep my hands to myself, especially when it comes to you."

when she tells him to pull off his shirt, he can't help but smirk at her, because it was obvious that cleo was getting into this and wanted to see more. his hands move to the bottom of his shirt and then he leans closer to her, so that he's face to face with her. he's not about to miss out on the chance to tease her. peeling his shirt off over his head, and then he tosses it to the side, revealing a lean but firm physique. biting into his lower lip, he rolls his shoulders back and waits for her touch to fall onto him. " trust me when i say. i'm definitely going to win this game. either that, or we are just gonna keep going until we are naked. and panting. " a chuckle leaves his lips and then he reaches a hand out towards cleo's thigh again. this time, his hand slowly starts to push even further than it had before. as it eased upwards, he finds the places where her legs meet, palm flat against warmth. smirking, he tips his head to the side and he leans in so his lips were near the shell of her ear. hot breath. " if you win, i won't be mad. but i think i'd rather you were begging me not to stop, " he admits as fingers start to rub her pussy over her clothes, clearly glad to push his advantage.

"i should've known by the way you're always taunting me... you're such a tease." her breathing was already uneven as she fought to keep playing the part of someone who still had the upper hand. every smug remark became a little harder to deliver whenever he closed the distance between them, her confidence wavering just enough to reveal the excitement she'd been trying so desperately to hide. a sharp, ragged grasp punched from her throat as his palm grinds against the fabric of her shorts. her legs parting easily, a silent plea for him to keep going. "until we're naked and panting?" she echoed, her laugh a low, throaty sound as she kept wandering his bare skin. "sounds less like a game and more like giving me exactly what i want." suddenly, her free hand flying to his bicep, her perfectly manicured nails digging into his skin as she tried to anchoring herself against the sudden, dizzying onslaught of sensation. "oh, you're playing dirty." her voice soft and broken as her glossy lips grazed against virgil's. her hips jerk forward, her body instantly giving away how quickly he was dismantling her. "that's so not fair," she giggled, leaning forward just enough to kiss right beneath his ear. "keep going." she insisted anyway as her dainty hands slide to the waistband of his pants and tugging them down.

so much so that waiting for her any longer would drive him absolutely wild. it's why he takes a step back from her, eyes canting down a bit as he moves his right hand to point towards his crotch, " what about here? " he states cockily, but he's not surprised at the way she smiles back at him and eagerly falls to her knees. her soft lips kiss at him over the outline of his length before their hands work together to get his belt unbuckled, his pants unbuttoned and his boxers pushed down. all to get his cock sprung free, immediately in her face. and just like with every other instruction, she eagerly followed. her mouth parted and welcomed the head of his dick into her mouth; wet, warm and hot. his breath catches into the back of his throat and he moans as he feels lips glide deeper, further as she bobs her head.

SECONDS AWAY FROM DEVOURING HER IS EXACTLY WHO HE FELT. Especially when she came in looking as good as she did in that moment. The dress was practically made to be ripped off of her specifically by his own hands. That dainty hand finding his bulge to massage at his length brought a smirk to his lips, heat pooling within him. The sensation sent blood surging south, filling out his length as it got grew and hardened beneath her touch. His lips find hers easily, falling into the familiarity of the rhythm of their kiss, like the two of them hadn't missed a beat at all. The taste of her lips, the press of her curvy body against his own, all of it was something Novian had missed more than he would ever care to admit. His hands settle on the swell of her ass; grabbing, groping, squeezing the thick mounds of flesh. He groaned at her words, his dick giving a needy throb beneath the fabric of his sweatpants. This pussy is still all yours. "Hell yeah you can, baby." Novian said roughly against her lips, walking her back towards the bed as his fingers pulled down the zipper of her dress.

yasira easily forgot those heels she swore she needed so badly. her mind clouded with thoughts of novian and how steady his hands felt against the curve of her ass. old habits died hard. it felt impossible to stay away from him, to pretend it was really over. and despite everything that had gone wrong, when he touched her like this, everything felt so right. yasira could feel the way his sweatpants tightened around his bulge, the way it throbbed against her fingertips. she pressed herself flush against him, her body nearly begging for him to keep his hands on her. the slow descent of her zipper sounded like a metallic purr that sent shivers down her spine. the dress slipped from her shoulders and pooled around her ankles, leaving her stumbling for a moment as she kicked herself free. she was left with soft, exposed skin, black lace delicately wrapped around her. "i need to feel you... need you to put me through that mattress." her fingers trembled as she hooked the fabric of his sweatpants, trying to tug them down. yasira hummed against his lips, deepening the kiss, urgent and hungry, as she easily let him guide her toward the bed.

Damson Idris at the F1 Movie Premiere

AUSTIN BUTLER