Page 100 of Tell Me Why
“You have a tell when you lie.” He tugs on my towel, and it instantly gives way, unfurling easily. I catch it before it falls to the floor, but my breasts are exposed. “Your face gives you away every time.”
My breathing is shallow. “What’s my tell?”
He shakes his head, his eyes drifting down to my body. He tugs the towel again, and I put up a token resistance, but with that second tug, he frees it from my hand and lets the crisp white terrycloth fall to the floor.
“I should punish you for lying,” he says with the hint of a smile, his warm hand cupping my breast. “But I think you’ve been through enough for one day.”
“How gracious of you,” I say, my breath hitching as he drags the tips of his fingers over the curve of my breast, down my ribcage, and down even farther to my hip, where his initials are carved into my skin.
“You haven’t mentioned my mark,” he says, his thumb gently circling the raised scar. “What do you think?”
I stare down at the CW on my hip, the skin still tender. “When I first saw it, I was pissed,” I say, my eyes flick up to meet his. “Now….I don’t hate it as much as I should.”
That familiar smirk returns, teasing the edges of his mouth. “You’re such a fucking wonder, Eve Savano.”
I shrug. “I’m glad you think so, because I’m not sure your brother agrees.”
I mean, fuck, he tried to kill me and the whole horrifying ordeal has been playing on a loop in my head since it happened. The sharp bite of the water. Lucas’s hands shoving me down, holding me under. The desperate feeling of trying to claw my way to the surface as saltwater burned its way down my throat.
Squeezing my eyes shut, tears slip down my cheeks.
“Shhh,” he soothes, pressing in, brushing his lips over my cheek. “I’m here now,” he whispers. “I’ll keep you safe.”
Lifting me, he carries me to the bed, and lays me down gently, his lips never leaving my skin. With a hand on my knee, he spreads my thighs and settles between them, his weight pinning me down to the mattress, his cock bulging behind his fly. “I’m here with you, baby,” he murmurs, kissing my cheeks, my eyes, my lips…
There’s no rush to it, no sharp edge—just quiet reverence that makes my chest ache. It shouldn’t be this tender. Not with him. Not when I’m supposed to hate him. But right now, he kisses me like I’m something special, sacred. And it feels so good to let him.
With our lips still connected, he lifts his body just enough to unzip his slacks, and pull his cock out. He’s inside me in seconds, his hot length pushing in slowly, stretching me, making me hiss. With him, there’s always pain at first. Pain that eventually melts into mind-numbing pleasure.
“That’s it,” he praises, whispering in my ear. “Take all of me. That’s my good girl.”
My chest feels impossibly tight, like my ribcage can hardly contain this warmth that’s spreading through me. It’s terrifying, but with every reverent kiss, every gentle touch, it chisels away a little more of that wall between us.
I’ve spent weeks telling myself I don’t need Christian, that there’s no happy ending for us, that letting him in would only end in heartache. And yet, here he is, kissing me like I’m something worth saving. And despite the blood and the lies and the lacerations on my heart, I feel it—a slow unraveling.
And this time, I’m not running from it…
* * *
For two days, the apartment at Exeter House becomes our little sanctuary and we fall into an easy rhythm—eat, fuck, sleep, walk on the beach, then rinse and repeat. It’s wild and raw, like we’re on our own beachy planet, where no one else exists but us…
He’s just fucked me for the second time today, when he collapses on top of me. I don’t move. I can’t. I’m a puddle of exhaustion, the blood in my veins still buzzing from that insane orgasm. After a couple of minutes, he reaches over and rolls me over onto my back. “Ugh, God. I feel dizzy,” I whimper.
I’ve never been fucked like that, and honestly, it’s scary how well he can read my body. He knew exactly what I needed and gave it to me. I’m quickly becoming addicted to this. To him.
He’s lying on his back, hand on his stomach, head tilted back. “I’ve never heard a girl scream like that. You were out of your fuckin’ mind.”
Sitting up, I look down at him. “Don’t get too cocky. It was okay—a six out of ten.”
Feigning offense, he reaches over and pinches my nipple.
“Ow!” I laugh, pulling away and covering myself with the sheet.
“If it was that bad, then I guess we need a redo. Best three out of five.”
“Oh, no. That’s not happening again.”
He rises slowly until he’s kneeling on the bed in front of me. He grabs my face so quickly, I don’t have a chance to pull away. He squeezes until my jaw hurts, and he brings his face close to mine, all that playful energy gone. “It’s cute when you think you have a choice…”
