Page 75 of Ecstasy
I feel my body heat up with his words. I can feel them against my skin. I’m almost humming with the safety I feel, right here in his arms.
I know Alex isn’t bad. I know he isn’t the asshole he pretends to be. He’s something else entirely. He’s good. He’s pure. He isn’t a criminal. He didn’t hurt anyone.
“And I’m going to fuck you good, princess, and you’re going to show me just how big of a whore you really are.” He presses a kiss to my neck and then pulls away, out of my arms. I feel his absence with the sudden rush of cold where his body was against me, but I lean against the counter, watching him, his words echoing in my head.
I start swaying again to the music and as he pulls a glass from the cabinet, opens the fridge and gets water from the big pitcher inside, I can’t stop thinking about it. How good he is. And then I can’t stop the question that comes out of my mouth either, all fast and quick like if I don’t get it out in a rush, I won’t have the nerve to ask it at all.
“Alex, what happened at that party? With that girl?”
I see him tense, his back muscles knotting up under his shirt as he flips off the spout for the water pitcher.
For a moment, he doesn’t move. He only says, “What party and what girl?” with an edge to his voice.
I think about wrapping my arms around him. Turning him around. Kissing his gorgeous mouth.
I don’t answer him though. We both know whatparty.
He closes the fridge door, turns to face me and extends his hand, offering me the full glass of water.
I take it greedily, gulping down the ice-cold liquid, humming as I do. Halfway through, I tell him what I know to be true: “You didn’t hurt her. You didn’t hurt anyone.”
“How do you know?”
I eye him over the rim of my cup but drink again.
“How do you know I didn’t hurt her?” he clarifies.
I keep drinking, unable to stop even if I wanted to. It’s just so damn good. Or maybe I don’t want this conversation. Maybe I’ve lost my nerve all over again.
Finally, I finish the water and exhale my contentment, setting the glass on the island at my back.
I turn back to face him. I watch him staring at me as I sway back and forth, unable and unwilling to stop. The music is just flowing through me and it’s as if it’s a part of me. I can’t stay still.
“You’re too good,” I tell him.
He crosses his arms over his chest. “I almost drowned you.”
“I know.” I twirl around, bringing my hands up in the air as I dance.
“I’m the reason that video exists.”
I drop down low, turning back to face him. “I know.”
He comes closer, but doesn’t reach for me and I don’t stop dancing. This time, though, I grind up on him, my ass against his cock, which is already hard.
“I almost broke your teeth with a bottle.”
I glance over my shoulder, my eyes connecting with his. “I know.”
He still doesn’t touch me, but I see his gaze darken. I feel him growing harder against my ass, and I don’t stop grinding against him.
When I feel like I can’t take it anymore, when I feel like if he doesn’t put his hands on me, I might explode, he grabs my hips, yanks me back against him. His arms come around my front, caging my back against his chest, hands splayed around my torso.
“You’re fucking perfect, you know that?” he says against my ear.
Some people come into the kitchen, staring at us as they head outside to the pool. We don’t pay them any mind.
I rest my head against Alex’s chest, my eyes closed. I feel so warm and safe in his arms, it’s like I’m under a blanket of pure love.
