Page 82 of Ecstasy
He slides the hand on my waist lower, his fingers gliding under the material of my tank top until his skin is on mine and I feel a fire light in my core. It’s hard to stay standing, hard not to sway here in his arms.
“What did I…I don’t remember—”
He kisses that hollow behind my ear, and I can’t think. I can’t do anything but feel him. His mouth, his fingers on my skin. His erection against my back. He’s so hard.
He’s so hard forme.
“You don’t remember?” he teases me, his voice low but rough. Playful but…not.
I don’t remember. I fell asleep with Alex, after we…after Eli saw… “You watched us.”
He nuzzles his nose just below my ear. “I watchedyou,” he says, and I can feel those words against my skin.
I clench my thighs together, wishing I was wearing something besides Alex’s boxers, far too big, barely hanging on as it is. And if Eli just brushed his fingers a little lower, grazed the waistband, he could send them floating to the floor with barely a touch.
But I want that, too.
I want him.
“Why?” I gasp as he walks us forward, until the front of my thighs are against the side of his bed. “Why did you watch?”
He slides his hand down my abdomen, slipping it under the loose boxer shorts. I should stop him. I should tell him no. I should get out of this room and tiptoe back to Alex’s room.
I should do a lot of things I’m not doing.
How did I even get here?
I try to reach for something. Something to put distance between us as he runs his teeth over my shoulder, his hand reaching lower down my shorts.
“S-shouldn’t thatbotheryou?” I whisper into the dark. “Watching us?”
He pauses, his hand still on my low belly, his mouth momentarily gone from my skin. Then he laughs, a throaty sound. He kisses my neck with an open mouth, and I shiver at the warmth of him in this cold room. “Oh, Zara.” He laughs again. “You can fuck him all you want, baby girl. I couldn’t care less about that.In fact, it turns me on, thinking about his cum inside of you right now.” He brushes his hand lower down my shorts, until his fingers graze my inner thigh. “Keep it up.”
God, what is wrong with you?
Fuck, what is wrong withme?
“You don’t mean that, Eli,” I whisper, wanting it to be true. “You don’t mean that.”
“You don’t want me to share you?”
“I don’t know.”
“I thought you wanted to experience everything, Zara. And that’s what I want for you. Everything.”
I bite my lip, gripping the sheets of his bed in front of me. “How did I get in here?” I shake my head, trying to remember. “I don’t remember walking in here.”
He’s quiet a moment, only the sound of my own pulse in my ears. The feel of his breath against my skin. His fingers calloused and rough, igniting a fire within me. But I have to think over it. I have to breathe through it. I need to know.
“You really don’t remember?” This time his question isn’t teasing. It’s curious.
“No,” I whisper into the dark.
He kisses me again, on the curve of my shoulder, and even though I don’t remember wanting my brain to do it, my head leans back against him, resting against his chest, my throat exposed.
Surprising me, he pulls his hand from my shorts and wraps his arm tighter around me. “You walked in.”
I blink into the darkness, and then I laugh. He seems to stiffen behind me, like he doesn’t know what to make of it.
