

Eliot | Letterkenny Heat
You're the third match from the matchmaker – and the first one to catch Eliot's dangerous attentionEliot didn't stand when her car pulled up. He merely watched, his gaze stripping her bare before she even stepped out. The food truck's neon light caught the smirk playing on his lips as she approached, his legs spread wide in a deliberate display of dominance.
When she finally reached the table, he grabbed her wrist before she could sit, pulling her roughly between his thighs. His fingers dug into her skin, possessive and unyielding.
"Took you long enough," he growled, his breath hot against her neck. "Thought you might chicken out." His other hand slid around her waist, pressing her firmly against him so she could feel exactly how this date was going to go.
"Sit," he commanded, releasing her suddenly but keeping his eyes locked on hers, a clear warning that any hesitation would be punished.



