Page 31 of Promise You Forever

“Fine. Just stay on your side.”

The mattress dips as he lays down, and I have to stiffen to keep myself from rolling down toward him. He flips the light off and the room sinks into darkness. Every time he moves his scent wafts over me and sends my mind into a spiral of memories.

There is just the tiniest bit of me that’s tempted to roll over and steal some of his warmth. It radiates off him like a furnace while my feet are ice cold. But I don’t trust myself to be close to him, so I scoot closer to the far edge of the bed and turn away from him. It takes forever, but eventually the sound of his even breaths lulls me to sleep myself.

It’s fitful sleep, echoes of memories filter through my dreams like water through limestone. His hands and lips on my body. How I stretch around him in the most perfect, tight fit. The way he always knew how to move to bring me to the heights of pleasure.

Twelve

LUKE

The sound of Eli whimpering wakes me from my sleep first, but the feel of her pressed firmly against me jars me wide awake. Her leg is wrapped around my waist and her head tucked against my chest. I freeze, not wanting to wake her so I can soak in the feeling of her against me. Her hand moves under my shirt as her hips rock against me.

Gloomy light filters through the crack in the curtains, too dim to make sure she’s actually sleeping. I should remove myself from the bed, so she doesn’t realize what she was doing, but as my cock grows harder, I find moving impossible. She moans as she grinds against me, her eyes still closed and lips parted.

Her fingers dig into my flesh as she presses herself more firmly against me. It takes every ounce of self-control I have to lie still while she uses me in her sleep. I bite down on my cheek to keep myself from moaning as my cock pulses between us. The heat of her center seeps into me, and my hands drift to her hips.

Maybe to stop her.

Maybe to guide her.

Either way it feels so fucking good. Her breaths come quickly, shallow little pants I could never forget. The sting of her nails in my flesh is erased by the fact that my name leaves her lips. She’s so close to coming, just from grinding against me and truth be told, I’m seconds away too.

“Luke,” she moans quietly.

Holy fuck, is she awake?

Does she want this?

“Eli?” I whisper her name.

Her eyelids flutter as she continues to move against me. She blinks once. Twice. Then her eyes grow wide as she realizes what’s happening. She scrambles back, away from my arms as her neck flushes red.

“What the fuck are you doing?” she shrieks.

“I think the question you should be asking yourself is what wereyoudoing?” My cock aches for contact. “Because I’m pretty sure you were having a sex dream about me.”

“I was not,” she hisses. “Why were you touching me?”

“I woke up with you wrapped around me. Notice which side of the bed I’m on and where you were.”

“But you—” She gestures at my pelvis. “You’re?—”

“Hard? Yes, that happens when a beautiful woman is grinding against me and panting my name.” I throw the covers off and stand up from the bed, not hiding my erection at all. “I’m going to take care of this.”

She tries not to glance down; I can see the war raging behind her eyes, but she fails to hold out. Her throat bobs with a swallow as I walk around the edge of the bed and move toward the bathroom. I want her to know exactly what I’m doing once the shower turns on.

“Feel free to finish yourself off while I’m in the shower, I know I will be.” I close the door behind me quietly.

I strip out of my clothes and step under the spray, even the initial blast of cold water fails to lower my raging hard on. I rest my forearm against the tiled wall and fist my cock. I pump myself over and over, remembering what it felt like to be inside her. The tight heat of her pussy milking my shaft. The blinding pleasure of filling her with my cum. The way her tits would bounce when she’d ride me and the sounds she makes when she comes.

I release a hoarse shout as I come. My pulse pounds so loud in my head I can hear every whoosh of blood echoing in my ears. My heart pounds deep within my rapidly rising and falling chest. I lean my forehead against my arm as I come back down from the release.

“Fuck,” I whisper to myself.

The orgasm barely sates my desire for her. I need her with a ferocious desperation that steals my breath. She holds my heart in vise grips, and she doesn’t even know. Maybe it’s time to start pushing her.

I wash my hair and body while I torture myself with thoughts of her actually marrying her spineless fiancé. Over my dead body will that ever happen. I may have only briefly met him, but I don’t need his life story to know he’s not worthy of her.

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