Page 31 of Ecstasy
He sighs. “I barely knew her,” he tells me, meeting my gaze again. He takes another step forward and I instinctively try to take one back, but the counter is there, and I’ve got nowhere to go.
I cross my arms over my chest.
He stares at me for a long moment and it’s as if all the air has gone out of the room. I can’t breathe.
Then he places his hands on either side of me, on the kitchen counter.
I smell that coconut and citrus scent and resist the urge to inhale deeply. To touch him. To run my hands over his shoulders, up his throat. To press my lips to his.
Not a good idea.
This isnota good idea.
He leans down close to me, his eyes searching mine. “You’re not upset about it? I know you have feelings, baby girl.”
A shiver slides down my spine at those words.
I swallow, hating the way he’s making me feel everything right now. “Why are you even here, Eli? You need to leave.”
He smiles, his eyes flashing. “That’s not what you want.”
“I’m with Alex. I’m not… We don’t even—”
He grabs my waist, his hands wrapping around my sides as he pulls me close to him, cutting off my words. I plant my hands on his chest as I look up at him, my breath coming out in a rush. “Are you with him, Zara?”
I shake my head, my heart beating a nervous rhythm in my chest. My mouth goes dry. I’m not really sure what the hell is going on here. Elihas never flirted with me. He’s barely even spoken to me.
And yeah, maybe I’ve fantasized about fucking him a few times because he’s hot as shit and he was unattainable and—
No.
Alex will never forgive me for this.
“What do you want?” I ask him, a little breathless. I wonder if he wants to finish what we started Saturday night.
He’s staring at my mouth and I wonder if he’s going to try to kiss me, but instead he just asks, “What happened to your mouth, baby girl?” He brings one hand to my lips, running his finger across my top one.
I flinch, the cut from that tequila bottle still healing.
“Eli—”
“Did Alex do that?” He drops his hand from my mouth, and his fingers dig into my sides, the thin material of my tank top suddenly too much for me. I want his hands on me. I want him to yank down my shorts, spin me around and fuck me against this counter.
I am insane.
“Eli,” I whisper, his name shaky from my lips. “What are you doing?”
He pulls me closer to his hard body. I can feel his cock throbbing against me, between us. I want to touch him there, but I don’t. Instead, I grab his arms, feel his muscles beneath my fingers.
“He hurt you.” It’s not a question.
“I don’t know what you think is happening here, Eli, but—”
“Was he really in bed with you all night, Zara?” he whispers, pressing harder against me, the counter digging into my back. “Do you know that for a fact?”
My mouth drops open, alarm bells ringing in my head. “Are you trying to fuck over your own best friend right now? Is that what this is?”
The corners of his mouth pull up into a smile. “I’ve watched you the past six months, you know that? I’ve watched you fight with him. Heard you fuck him. I’ve watched him hurt you.”
