Wreck (Fuel Series Book 2) by Ginger Scott

Author:Ginger Scott [Scott, Ginger]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Little Miss Write, LLC
Published: 2021-07-15T23:00:00+00:00

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I’m disappointed when the elevator isn’t empty, but not so much that I’m willing to wait for another one.

Dustin grips my hand and leads me to the back of the small space filled with intoxicated frat boys and what looks like a group of women out for a bachelorette party. This elevator smells of the potent mixture of perfume and too-heavy-cologne, and a whole lot of Vegas, but I swear my senses are locked in on Dustin’s scent. His cologne is light, but that’s not the fragrance that infects me. Underneath it all, my body has found that faint note of oil, the burnt tenor of rubber, the sweetness of his sweat, and the fresh cover of his shampoo. It’s a recipe that is entirely and uniquely him, and my God, have I missed it.

The trip to our floor is slow, stopping on what seems to be every floor between the club level and ours. Dustin let go of my hand and moved his palm to my back, his thumb flirting with the draped deep-cut back of my dress and my bare skin underneath. With every floor we stop at, his hand grows bolder, at first teasing me just underneath the fabric, then tickling against the ribbed lace of my thong, and now hooking his thumb under the thin strip of material at the crest of my ass. He pulls it snug, and it intensifies the deep swelling between my legs to the point that I have to cross my ankles and squeeze my thighs together so I don’t come undone right here.

By the time we reach our floor, only two people are left in the elevator with us, and they’re too drunk to be aware of anything other than what is right in front of them. Before the doors open and we step past them, Dustin slips his hand down my dress completely, his palm cupping my ass and squeezing hard—not hard enough. I pant out a faint cry and bite my lip quickly, desperate to be alone with him.

Once in the hallway, Dustin turns to walk backward and untucks his white shirt from his pants as he saunters. It’s the sexiest fucking thing I have ever seen, exactly as I’ve imagined so many times. I catch up to him and grab the ends of his shirt in my fists and let my bottom lip slip from the grip of my teeth as I look up into his hooded eyes. His sinister smile taunts me, as does every backward step he takes, each time barely out of reach to kiss him like I want. Unable to stand it, I rush at him and slide my hands up his chest and around his neck, and trust he will catch me when I leap at him.

He does, swinging me as my legs wrap around his waist. I giggle, my head hung back as the glorious sound of his husky laughter floats across my throat before his mouth tastes its way up my jaw.

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