Page 18 of Dare (Fighting Fate)

Oh my God. I couldn’t even think straight. What the hell did I want? My chest rose as I sucked in a deep breath. “Both.”

Eli’s breath shook, his hands tensing on my flesh. Knowing I affected him this way drove my need to a whole new level. I felt one of his hands move, brushing over my opening, and I automatically moaned, arching into his hand, sucking in a breath as his finger slid slowly inside me.

“Fuck.” Eli’s voice was almost strangled, his breathing coming harsher.

“More,” I panted. “I need more.”

I felt him slip another finger inside, then he slowly began to move them. It was a sweet, delicious feeling. I’d never experienced anything more mind-blowing in my life. But then I felt his breath on my clit, and the thought of his tongue on me nearly pushed me right over the edge.

I tensed, waiting, hoping, praying. Then it was there. Hot, soft, gentle, and slow. Just one slow, delicious lick. His fingers stilled, and he did it again. I moaned and he growled.

My sanity evaporated. I was so consumed with lust, I clenched around his fingers hard. As though sensing my need, he started moving his fingers faster, his tongue circling, lapping at me with the same reckless intensity.

It was too much. Too much sensation. Clenching down around Eli’s fingers, I felt his lips close around my clit as he sucked, then I came apart in the most spectacular way a woman had ever come apart. The waves crashed hard and furiously. But he didn’t stop. His lips pressed harder against me, his fingers continuing to move at the same frantic pace, drawing my orgasm out longer, bringing an even deeper intensity to the shivers that quaked my nerves. It was an ecstasy my body had never known, and I prayed it would never end.

But, as my body slowly drifted down from the clouds, growing more and more languid with every breath, Eli’s touch disappeared, and before I could ask him to stay, he was gone.

Awareness started creeping in, sensations I didn’t want to feel or hear, like my body, heavy and restricted by clothing again, and not so far from where I was, the faint sound of a tap dripping. But there was something else. A low, deep groaning. Breaths, harsh and heavy. And a soft, rhythmic kind of slapping. These sounds confused me. They brought me farther out of my happy place, toward one where my head ached and my stomach protested.

Rolling, I willed my hand to pat the space beside me, searching. Finding something that felt like it could be my cell, I pressed a button, twisting my body as I held it up, trying to work out what I was doing. I squinted, the soft glow swimming in my vision, taunting me with numbers I just could not interpret. I tried again, fumbling, frustrated, but my body just wouldn’t cooperate.

As darkness swam in my vision, I sighed and gave up, the image of Eli drifting onto the screen of my mind too much to resist.

Chapter 12

Eli

I woke to the sound of my cell phone ringing.

I had no idea what the actual time was, but my body wasn’t happy about being drawn out of the deep sleep I’d been reveling in.

Groaning, I rolled, reaching blindly for the nightstand, wondering what the hell the time was. Finding the infernal device, I lifted my head, squinting at the screen while I simultaneously answered the call.

“Yeah,” I growled as I eyed the clock. Jesus, it was barely six o’clock.

“I’m surprised you’re not up pumping iron or some shit, man,” Brad’s voice boomed through the speaker, making me cringe.

Blinking up at the ceiling, I sighed. He was right. I probably should’ve been up already. It wasn’t like I’d been up drinking all night. Unlike Brad . . . “Why the hell are you up already? What did you do last night?”

He chuckled. “I,” he said, a hint of pride in his voice, ?

??went home with Sarah Birchoff.”

One side of my mouth crooked up. Sarah was one of the hottest chicks in our class, and so far, she’d almost been untouchable. “Fuck off.”

“But that’s not why I’m calling, man,” he said, his voice turning serious. “Sarah lives in the same apartments Jess does.”

I frowned. I had no idea why that would be of interest to me. Those apartments were practically filled with college students.

Brad cleared his throat. “I just thought, after your secret Noah business last night, that you’d want to know what I saw.”

Now I was really confused. Throwing the blankets back, I swung my legs to the floor and sat forward, rubbing the bridge of my nose, hoping to wake my brain faster. “Okay,” I said slowly.

“Don’t ask, but I decided to leave Sarah’s somewhere around five,” he said cautiously. “You know the drill. I slipped out the front door, trying to be quiet, looking around to make sure I didn’t run into anyone—”

“And?” I said, growing impatient.

“I just happened to look over at Jess’s apartment, and I saw Zac leaving.”

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