Page 55 of Wrecked By You

“Get out.”

I gaped at him, then glanced through the windshield. I recognized our location. It was at least five miles from Ginny’s house.

“Johannes,” I pleaded. “I’m miles from home.”

“You should have thought of that.” He stared straight ahead. “Out.”

“You can’t be serious.”

“Deadly. Call an Uber, walk, get the bus. I don’t care. Just get out of my fucking car.”

My legs felt weak as my feet hit the sidewalk. I took a few steps then looked over my shoulder. Johannes hadn’t moved, his face stony, his hands gripping the steering wheel. I shook my head and set off walking. I hadn’t gone far when the sound of a car door slamming reached me, and hurried footsteps closed in.

“Ella, wait.”

I stopped walking, but I kept my back to him.

“Fuck, I’m sorry. I’m…”

He trailed off. I slowly pivoted, my heart twisting at his stricken expression. He scuffed a hand over the top of his head.

“Shit. I-I’m just… I can’t—”

I touched his arm, the need to soothe him overcoming my confusion and disbelief that he’d let a woman walk home alone after dark. Except, looking at his face, I knew he wouldn’t have let me get far.

“We all have complications in our lives, Johannes. Things in our pasts that we’d rather stayed there. But if we don’t open ourselves up, even a tiny bit, to human emotion, human contact, to touch, then who are we?”

He palmed his neck, muttered, “Fuck,” under his breath, and the next thing I knew, his mouth was on mine.

I melted as he threaded his fingers into my hair, angling me to better suit him. My spine arched, and he planted a palm against my lower back, supporting me.

Everything tingled, from the top of my head to the tips of my toes. My blood set on fire, my lungs stopped working. But my heart… my heart sang.

He pulled away, his breaths coming as fast as mine.

“Call Ginny,” he rasped. “Tell her you’ll be home before Chloe wakes in the morning.” He bit my earlobe. “Tonight, you’re mine.”

Chapter19

Johannes

What the fuck am I doing?

I heldElla’s hand on the ride over to my house. Neither of us spoke, and I was still in some kind of stupor, having gone from throwing her out of my car, all because her questions had hit a tad too close to home, to inviting her to spend the night at my house. In my bed.

I could only pray I wasn’t making a gigantic mistake.

As I steered the car onto my road, I groaned. Penn‘s rental car was parked on the street. Amid blind anger and potent desire, it had slipped my mind that they were staying at my place. They must have left the restaurant soon after us and driven straight back here. At least the fucker had left my driveway free.

But that left me with a problem. There wasn’t a chance I’d fuck Ella while Gia and Penn were right down the hall. Knowing those kinky bastards, they’d have a glass pressed up against my door, listening to every pant, every grunt, every sound.

Plus, Gia’s smugness wasn’t something I had the patience for.

I turned the car around.

“Wrong turn?” Ella asked.

“Unwanted visitors.” I pointed at my house as we passed. “That’s my place. And that black Mercedes is Penn’s rental car.”