Page 74 of Dare To Live

“One night.”

I shake my head. “One night is never going to be enough.” I run my nose along hers. “When I told you I needed you, I meant it, Ari.”

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Awareness gradually encroaches on my dreams. I become aware of things in stages. The warmth of Arabella’s body pressed against mine, the weight of her head resting on my arm, the sound of her soft breathing while she sleeps, the scent of her perfume teasing my nose, and her naked ass pressing against my dick.

That last one opens my eyes. I’m lying on my side, Arabella tucked in front of me. I have one arm beneath her head, and the other resting across her waist. Her arm is on top of mine, our fingers locked together.

Her hair tickles my face as I lift my head just enough to be able to kiss the bare shoulder peeking out from beneath the sheets. She mumbles something, but doesn’t open her eyes, wriggling her ass until my dick is wedged between the two firm cheeks. I groan quietly, unable to resist the siren song of her body and untangle my fingers so I can palm her breast.

Her nipple hardens beneath my touch, and a soft sigh escapes her lips. She shifts again, ass rubbing up and down my dick. Her leg moves, lifts and rests along mine and the position is far too tempting to ignore. I give a slow roll of my hips, and my dick glides into her pussy. She’s so fucking wet that there’s no resistance at all to my invasion.

“Ari?” I whisper her name, nibbling my way across her shoulder.

In response, she reaches back, nails biting into my ass as she drags me deeper.

“Eli.” My name on her lips is all I need, and I move, rolling us both until she’s lying face down with me above her. I slide one hand around her waist and lift her ass until she’s on her knees and I can stroke her clit while I bury my dick as deep inside her as I can get.

I kiss her shoulders, her back. I suck on the soft, fragrant skin of her throat, leaving my teeth marks, branding her with my presence as I thrust in and out in a steady rhythm … and then a voice sounds over our soft groans and pants.

“Eli? Are you awake? I thought I’d take you for breakfast.”

Ari stiffens beneath me. “Oh my god, is that my mom?”

I don’t stop moving, pinning her in place beneath me when she tries to escape. “I’m not done with you yet.”

“Eli!” Her protest is cut short when I press my thumb against her clit, rubbing and stroking while my dick drives in and out of her wet, willing body.

“Better come quick, Hellcat. I’m not stopping until you do.”

And that is all it takes for her to fall over the edge. Her body contracts around me, sending me into my own release and we both collapse, panting, onto the mattress.

“Eli?” Elena’s voice is closer.

“I thought you said only the keycard can get people up here.”

I press a kiss to her shoulder and roll off her. “I left her name at the reception as someone who can be allowed up. They’ll have activated the elevator. She won’t come in here, though.” I sit up. “I’ll go and stall her. Grab whatever you want from the closet.”

I twist and lean over her to steal a kiss. “Word of advice. Don’t try and sneak out of a window to avoid your mom. We’re too high up and it’s fucking freezing out there.”

I stand and cross to the closet to pull out a pair of sweats and a ratty old t-shirt. Arabella is still lying on the bed, face buried into the pillows.

“If you go back to sleep and leave me to face the wrath of your mom, I’m not going to be happy.”

She lifts her head to peer at me through tangled blonde hair. “What will you do?”

I lift one shoulder in a shrug. “I’m sure I’ll think of something.”

Her lips move into a sultry little smile, and she burrows back beneath the sheets. “That’s not really a deterrent.”

I stand and watch her for a moment or two longer, then shake my head with a low laugh and walk out to face my stepmother.

Chapter 41

Arabella

I wait until Eli leaves the bedroom before dragging a pillow over my head. This was supposed to have been one night, so how have I wound up in his bed this morning?

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