Page 172 of Ominous: Part 1
Inhaling, I catch her scent. Peaches and violets, soft and beautiful. I smile to myself, and I think my email is a little nicer by the time I finish and send it off because she’s standing right here.
“Thank you for taking me to the movies,” she says, her breath against my ear.
I turn my head, my hand still over my mouse as I brush my lips against hers, my eyes holding her own. “Thank you for coming with me.”
She shifts her head a little to nudge her nose with mine. “You’re buying another car?”
I smile at her question. Her spying. I don’t even care. “Come sit in my lap and you can help me pick one out.”
She laughs, but straightens, walking around my chair and sinking down into my lap as I roll the chair back to give her room. Her ass is warm and soft in my lap, and I wrap one arm around her waist. She moves a little to the side so we can both see my computer screen. I feel her toes against the top of my feet. Her own don’t even reach the ground.
“Why do you want another car?” She settles back against my chest, focused on the screen as I scroll through more listings after I close out my email.
I slide my palm down to her skirt, then a few more inches, squeezing her tight, warm skin. She shifts just slightly, and I feel the muscles in her leg flex, but she doesn’t tell me to get off of her.
“Why not?” I counter her question with a question.
“Because they’re expensive.” She turns to look at me with narrowed eyes but a playful smile. “You can’t drive two at a time anyway.”
“Yeah but maybe I want to get an automatic soyoucan drive one of mine. You know, a fast car? Have you heard of those?”
She rolls her eyes, and I squeeze her thigh tighter. Tilting her head, she’s staring up at me as I glide my hand up higher, under her skirt, and I know she’s got to feel how hard I am for her, but neither of us say a word about it.
This is about cars.
She turns back to the monitor, and my finger slips, accidentally clicking and closing the car tab.
Another screen comes up.
I’m barely breathing as my eyes scan the text on the website, and after two seconds, I know Eden has read over it, too.
I see her hands fist in her lap, just at the hem of her skirt. Feel the muscles in her thigh tighten under my palm.
I feel her shallow breathing, her back rising and falling against my chest. For a long, long moment, no one speaks, soft music playing from the speakers of my computer.My Soul,by Thrice.
My throat feels tight, my finger hovering over my mouse, thinking maybe I should close this tab. Thinking maybe I shouldn’t have let her seen.But isn’t it what she wants?
“What is this?” she finally asks, the words barely more than a breath.
There’re no images. No video. What would she think if she saw those?
I read the words inside my head, but all I say, leaning in close to her, my mouth over her ear, is,“What do you think?”
I hear her swallow. I see her knuckles blanch white, her hands still fisted in her lap.“Eli.”
All the blood has rushed down to my dick, and when she shifts back, just the slightest, I have to bite my lip to stop from groaning. Images rush through my head. Things I could do to Eden. Things she’dlet medo. Violent, borderline fucking murderous.
With her, I don’t think I’d ever get bored.
“Yeah, Nightmare Girl?” I let my bottom lip run up the side of her lobe, and I feel every piercing hit against my mouth.
Her back rises and falls faster. “How do you pronounce the word?”
I flick my tongue along the tip of her ear, and she shivers, brushing against my erection again.
My palm grows clammy over my mouse. My fingers press into her thigh.
“I don’t know,” I admit. “But it’s what you want, isn’t it? It’s what turns you on? Do you imagine it, safe and sound in your bed? My hands around your throat? Your head under water? Do you think about a knife to your skin? All the fucked up things you’d let me do to you?”
