Page 59 of Ominous: Part 1
I open my eyes, looking up at Eli, who’s still watching me.
Dom’s arms come around my body, but it’s Eli who speaks next. “Dom?” His eyes shift upward.
Dom says nothing, but I’m sure he’s looking at him.
“Back up.”
Dom makes a sound between a sigh and a groan, then steps away.
Eli drops his gaze to me. “Just inhale,” he says. “Over my hand. All of it.”
I nod once, then, scared I’ll lose my nerve if I don’t do it quickly, my heart flying out of my chest, I inhale sharply through my nose. Immediately, it burns, thicker than I thought it would be, and I taste something down the back of my throat, but I drag out the inhale.
Sniffing, I raise my head, noticing there’s still some flakes on Eli’s hand.
He pulls me closer, his lips coming to my ear. “Lick the rest of it off.”
I feel warmth in every cell of my body, lust churning through me, and for a split second, I think of Shoreside. Nic. Making a fool of myself.
Then, before I can overthink it, getting caught up in memories in the past, I turn my head and lap my tongue over Eli’s hand.
The bitterness, like Aspirin on my tastebuds and dripping down the back of my throat too, intensifies. It’s not pleasant, and a numbness sets in around my teeth. I straighten and wipe the back of my hand over my septum.
Just as I go to back away from Eli, wanting to spit or cough or sneeze, his hand comes to the front of my throat.
His hold is gentle, his fingers curled softly.
But I still freeze.
I still swallow beneath his hand, dropping my own, but keeping the one clamped down over his shoulder.
I can feel tension in his body.
I can sense it building in mine, too. There’s a warmth between my thighs. I want to push him down on this bed. I want to feel him against me.
He brushes his thumb over my bottom lip, rolling it out as he stares at me, his gaze intense, but there’s a surprising softness in his touch.
Do you want to play with me? Do you want to hurt me? Do you want to love me?The questions are sudden inside my head, too fast, too soon, crashing into me in waves.I feel everything.
He’s cupping my face with one hand, and he slips the other from underneath my shirt, then grabs the bottle of water beside him. He he tips my head up with one finger under my chin.
Then he lowers his mouth to my nose, kissing the tip of it.
Butterflies scream inside my low belly.
“Here,” he whispers, dipping his brow to mine, nudging my nose with his own. He presses the cold water bottle to my chest, and with the thin fabric of my shirt, I can feel the icy coolness, my body shivering, my nipples tightening into sharp points. He wraps his arm back around my waist, pulling me forward, and one of his knees is between my thighs. It takes everything inside of me not to grind on him, and I think he knows, the way amusement coats his words when he says, “Drink some water.”
Then he slowly slides his hand to the front of my hip, and…pushes me away from him.He drops his hand, only offering me the water bottle.
I blink with the loss of his nearness, and take another step back, nearly panting for him. Why did he push me away? Can he see how much I want him? Why doesn’t he want me, too?
Dominic is somewhere behind me, but he says nothing.
I glance at the water bottle in Eli’s hand.
I don’t know why he wants me to drink. I’m not dehydrated. Still buzzed from the three drinks I downed, but I feelgood.Good enough to grind against his thigh. Kiss his mouth. Bring his hand to my throat.
But he doesn’t seem to want that.
