Chapter 4 Tonight You Are Mine

• Rachel POV
• He took me back to his Porsche, opening the door for me before getting back in to drive. At that moment, we were in silence—a strange silence, but the eagerness to finally reach our destination was much greater.
• While he drove through the night road, he put on some music to try to ease the atmosphere. I crossed my legs and tried to focus on the landscape outside or on anything, anything to distract from the urge to kiss him right there.
• Holy crap, the thoughts dominating my head were so indecent now that even I was surprised by them. Sighing, I rummaged through my purse, pulling out my electronic cigarette, then started puffing, seeking to calm my thoughts.
• Uncle Jeremy was looking at me. "You shouldn't be smoking that," he said, with a reproving look.
• I let out a little laugh. "Really? Is that the concern right now? It's just a vape."
• He opened the glove compartment of his car and threw a pack of cigarettes into my lap. "If you want to kill yourself, then do it the right way," he said, seemingly irritated by seeing me with an electronic cigarette.
• "No, I don't smoke that. It's too heavy for me," I said, shaking my head and picking up his pack to toss back at him, but he caught my wrist firmly.
• "Are you cold?" he asked, looking at me and feeling my cold skin when he held my arm.
• "A little, yes…" I answered, After all, we had spent some time on that bridge, and it was quite chilly outside.
• "Oh, yeah. Wear this." He handed me his coat.
• "Seriously?" I looked at him, suspicious.
• "You need it more than I do," he said, turning his attention back to the road. My God, he must be bipolar because sometimes he was so harsh with me and sometimes so… nice.
• I thanked him for the affectionate gesture and put on the coat, feeling cozy now. But his hand didn't move away from me; he rested it on my bare thigh and then began to caress there.
• He was driving with one hand on the wheel and the other on my thigh, caressing and spreading sensations of pleasure throughout my body. "I'm a terrible uncle, aren't I?" he said, glancing at me sideways.
• "W-why are you saying that?" I asked, stuttering a bit, because it wasn't easy to form sentences or coherent thoughts while he was touching me like that and being so damn attractive that it made me lose my mind.
• He chuckled. "Normal uncles don't think about eating their nieces, no matter how pretty they are," he said, now looking at me with those heavy, expressive eyes.
• Oh, heavens… I couldn't help but feel a warmth rising within me. "If it's any consolation, I'd say I'm quite edible," I said, placing my hand over his, as if encouraging him to continue.
• I noticed the world outside started receding much faster now; I was sure my dear uncle was slightly exceeding the speed limit. Perhaps out of desperation to have me in his arms soon? I could only see advantages.
• When we arrived at our destination, a luxurious hotel in the center of Atlanta, Jeremy got out of the car and came to open the door for me. He carefully adjusted his suit jacket over my shoulders and then firmly took my hand. I could feel his strong grip, giving me a sense of security and belonging.
• Jeremy led me to the hotel reception without letting go of my hand. "A room, please," he requested as soon as he approached. While they handled everything, I could only stand there, completely anxious, holding onto his arm.
• The receptionist gave him the key card. "Have a good night," he said with a routine smile. Jeremy pocketed the key while leading me to the elevator.
• There was ambient music playing in the elevator as it went up; it was all calm and quiet, but my thoughts were racing. The man beside me was like a mountain, his hand still in mine, and all I wanted was to cross the space between us and join our bodies to finally satisfy this desire I had for him...
• "Are you okay?" he asked quietly, turning his face slightly towards me.
• I lifted my face to look at him, nodding quickly and somewhat frantically. "Yes, I'm fine," I replied, unable to hide my anxiety.
• "Perfect," he murmured, nodding.
• When the elevator stopped and the doors finally opened, we could head to our room.
• The corridors were wide, with room numbers on the wall beside the doors; it was well-lit, with thick-textured carpet laid in the middle, and there was silence except for the sound of our shoe soles hitting the floor as we walked side by side, hand in hand. Well, I was trying to walk beside him since his steps were so long I was almost running to keep up.
• "There!" I pointed to the door in front of us when I recognized the number of the room we had reserved.
• "Great," Jeremy said, but before he even opened the door, he pulled me so hard that I collided with his chest, and before I knew it, he had me pinned against the door, kissing me.
• The desperation was palpable; I gasped in his mouth from the shock, but I didn't need more than a few seconds to surrender to his touches.
• Jeremy was kissing me as if it were his last day on this damned planet Earth, or like he was a condemned man who had been given one last chance to fulfill his greatest desire.
• "I desire you, I want you…" he mumbled into my mouth while his silky, heavy tongue intertwined with mine in such a pleasurable way that it left me completely melted.
• He finally opened the door to the room; my eyes were closed, so I only heard the sound of the door closing behind us, and there I was, pressed against the wall again while he savored me. My fingers clutched at his black dress shirt as if in supplication for more.
• I had had sex before, of course. Brad, my ex-boyfriend, liked to have sex, and I enjoyed it too. But with my adoptive uncle, this man I always wanted, this man who had always dominated my thoughts, I was so euphoric it felt like it was my first time.
• And not to mention, the way he was doing things was different from all the other partners I'd had so far. Jeremy was simply an excellent driver; he did things like a pro, he knew exactly what to do and where to touch to drive me completely crazy. I was going crazy.
• "Aw… Jeremy, so good…" I moaned, completely mad.
• I mean, the way he was kissing my collarbone now while telling me how beautiful I was, how precious I was in his eyes, kissing my neck, pulling my dress down.
• He stepped back a little to look at me with those heavy, desire-filled eyes, making me feel so damn wanted that it was like I was the most precious jewel on earth.
• "Tonight you're mine." Those were his words before he took my breasts into his mouth, sucking with pleasure, making me throw my head back and pull his hair as he prepared me to receive him.