Page 56 of Death Trap

A smirk teased the corner of his mouth. Before I could say a word, he closed the space between us and captured my mouth for a kiss passionate enough to make romance novel heroines jealous. His palm cupped my face while his other hand snuck around and pressed me closer to his rock-hard body.

My mind whirled. This wasn’t like the kisses I’d shared with Cole. Those were aggressive and full of the kind of fervor that really got the blood pumping. But this kiss was full of time, of things I didn’t yet understand, of everything Eli wanted to tell me but couldn’t yet. The connection was so strong and instantaneous, it scared me a bit. What else was I truly missing out on? There were so many things still out of reach for me.

But this. Him… Everything he had said about us being an us was true. The tiny explosions in my darkened memory confirmed it.

He continued to kiss me like he hadn’t in centuries and somehow couldn’t get enough. It was a good thing I didn’t need to breathe here, or else I’d be gasping for air. The way our bodies glided over each other while we moved—slick from the hot water raining down—it was almost too much to handle.

When he finally broke the kiss, he kept his eyes closed, as if savoring the moment. Or was he comparing it to the last one we had shared? Whenever that was.

I bit my bottom lip, waiting on him to make the next move.

“Jade,” he breathed, “there was a time I believed I’d never have you in my arms again.”

I didn’t speak. Didn’t know what to say. Eli definitely seemed to be more of a romantic than the guys I was used to.

“This… Us… Don’t you feel it?”

I was definitely feeling something. But whether it was something we’d shared in the past or from my own raging hormones, I didn’t know.

Eli dropped to his knees suddenly.

Confused, I tried to pull him back up, but he only shook his head. His hand hooked behind my knee and lifted it over his shoulder, shifting slightly so I could balance myself against the cool tiles. I was opened up in all my glory before him.

“What are you—”

He shushed me, his hot breath tickling the most sensitive part of me. I gasped at the heat spreading through me. It was like fire. Hotter than the water that still pelted down from the showerhead.

Eli pressed his lips against my inner thigh, and I almost jumped out of my skin. When his mouth moved to my sex, I actually cried out. Mostly in shock but also because the sensations running through me were wild. Everything was spinning out of control.

His tongue flicked me. Once. Twice. Over and over. My legs trembled as they struggled to hold me up. Thank goodness for the wall at my back, or otherwise I’d fall over.

No man had ever touched me like this. So tender. So intimate. Like he lived to give me pleasure.

My orgasm came hard and fast. He continued to explore me through it until my entire body shuddeed and my vision swayed. Then, he rose to his feet, placed that same leg over his hip, and readjusted himself to nestle his hardness right where it belonged.

I was still flying high when he pushed himself into me. My muscles clenched around him, and he grunted as he moved in and out slowly. I dug my nails in his backside, urging him to go faster, but he kept his pace. Almost teasing, and buried his face in the hollow of my neck.

For a moment, I was lost in the rhythm of his hips grinding against mine. But then a familiar energy began buzzing across my skin. Like static electricity. I lifted my hand up, and gasped at the light emitting from my fingertips.

Eli sensed my hesitation and pulled back, but when he saw my hands, he only smiled.

“Don’t worry,” he whispered, placing a reassuring kiss on my shoulder. “That happens when our energies cross. It proves we’re both part of something bigger.”

What a sweet and comforting thing to say. Whenever my power flared, it usually brought fear and uncertainty with it. But Eli knew more about this kind of stuff than I did, so if it was awakening in me again because we were together, didn’t that mean we were connected somehow? Dare I say—even meant to be together?

That scared me. I didn’t think I was ready for that kind of commitment.

I barely knew him, really.

Before I could think too far into it, Eli turned the water off, scooped me up as if I were a bride ready to cross the threshold, and carried me out of the shower to my adjoining bedroom. Like my room always was, there were things thrown around, the bedsheets a tousle, and the lighting pretty much nonexistent. I liked my room dark and cool when I slept. No nightlights for me.

But despite all those things, Eli navigated us around the clutter and through the darkness with ease. His mouth found mine again for another passionate kiss before we plopped on the mattress together.

With my pulse still a thundering echo in my ears and my desire a driving force in the moment, I quickly climbed on top of him to resume where we had left off. As we kissed, I lowered myself on top of him and slid him back inside of me.

His groan of pleasure was instantaneous. From this angle, I could take in the entire length of him, all the way to the hilt, and that’s just what I did. He gripped my waist, his fingers digging in as I began to move.

Even though he held me, he made sure to keep the pressure gentle. Never hurting. And when I tried to pick up the pace and take more control of the speed and intensity of the thrusts, his hands tightened slightly to slow me back down.

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