Page 65 of Dare To Live

I laugh against the soft skin beneath my mouth. “Of course, you do.”

“You’re not that special, Eli.”

I seal my lips over the pulse beating rapidly in her throat and suck, my tongue lapping over the sensitive spot, while my hand curves more firmly over her breast and squeezes. When her body sags back against my chest, I lift my head.

“I may not be that special, but we are. You can’t deny that, Ari.”

“You need to let me go.”

I bite a path along her neck, up to her ear. “I tried to do that. You wouldn’t let me.” My teeth graze over her earlobe. “In fact, you got upset with me.”

“I did not.”

My other hand drops to smooth up her thigh, drawing the hem of her dress up until I can see her pussy in the mirror. I cup her with my palm. My hand is tanned and dark against the paleness of her thighs.

“I can feel how wet you are. Hot. Eager. I bet my dick would slide right in.” I press my erection against her ass. “Feel what you do to me, Kitten. Tell me you want me.”

Chapter 37

Arabella

I’m trembling in Eli’s arms, every cell in my body electric at his touch. He finds my clit and circles it slowly. A moan trickles from my throat, my gaze locked on the reflection of the man behind me. It’s an erotic sight, and the flash of hunger I see in his expression is almost frightening.

“I…” One touch, and he’s shattered my composure. “Please.”

He traces a path of kisses down my neck. “Please, what?”

“Eli.” His name leaves me with a breathy whine.

The pad of his finger glides over my clit, sending a spark of pleasure through me. “Tell me what you want.”

I curl my hand around his wrist, but I don’t tug it away. “I want you to stop.”

The hand cupping my breast moves, hooking his fingers into the neckline of my dress to peel it down. “You know what you have to say to make this stop. Say it, and this will all be over.”

My breasts spill out, pale against the tanned hand that snakes up to fondle my nipples one at a time.

“What do you really want?”

“To come.” I choke the words out, unable to keep in the truth.

He smiles against my shoulder. “Spread your legs for me, Hellcat.”

My body obeys his command, widening my stance before I can think about it rationally. He pushes a finger inside me, and I bite my lip, focusing on the hand between my legs.

He eases a second one into me. “You’re so fucking wet.”

“Oh god.”

“Tell me you want me.” His thumb brushes over my clit.

There’s a faint voice in my head screaming to be cautious, but all my worries and fears are washed away in overwhelming sensations.

My eyes drift closed. “More.”

“Look at me.”

Eyelashes lifting, I stare into the green eyes reflected in the mirror. He pumps his fingers in and out of me in languid strokes, and I push eagerly against them.

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