Page 24 of Halluci-Dating A Demon
He slides a hand through his hair and steps closer to me. “I tried not to want you but doing all I can to make you feel good has become addicting, and I don’t know how to stop. I need to.” His words shake. “I’m breaking the rules. I don’t break rules. I don’t want to stop, though.”
Then don’t, I want to say. Touch me next time. Touch me now. I’ll deal with the guilt later. I’ll deal with everything bad that comes with being happy and free of my burdens later. But I want him now. I can’t explain it either. I didn’t think I could want more with someone again. And I don’t even know what kind of more I mean, just . . . more. More of him. More rules being broken.
Eleven
Arien
I messed up. He looked at me with wanting eyes and lust was floating off his body. I was suffocating in it. One thing led to another and next I knew, I was spreading my legs. His arousal increased and I lifted my skirt, locking my hands around the material to stop from touching myself. His body had become so heated he woke up, and then I got to witness what he looked like after he came.
He was beautiful and sexy all at once. I had to press my feet harder to the tile to prevent myself from moving too close. To keep myself from seeing if he tastes as sweet in other places as he does on his lips. His skin glistened from sweat and his release, making my mouth go dry.
Lying in bed, I lift my phone above my face and pull up the Monster Match app. I scroll and scroll, no one catching my eye. No one looking the way I need them to. No one looking back at me through a mirror, with glossed-over eyes and a dreamy look after getting off to all the things he wants to do to me. Having my magic stronger than ever, I’m able to view thoughts again. It’s how I usually find out all the answers to the questions I’ve been asking him.
I’m going to miss our guessing games. Maybe we can still have them, and I can play dumb, acting like I didn’t hear the answers in his head. I asked if I could touch him, and I don’t know why I did that. My stomach stiffens with nerves the more I think about it. What will he answer with? He should say no. That’s what I need him to say, but I hope he won’t. I don’t only want to touch him; I want him to touch me too. But I’ve run out of sleep dust, and his dreams are the only way he can move enough to slide his hand up my skirt.
I could always try to see him after work, but he’d have to stay awake long enough, and his sleep schedule isn’t very consistent. He’s been working on getting it that way, though, and he’s been better at sticking to a set schedule the last two days. His emotions and feelings have been all over the place too, but I get to see him more when they are, so I don’t mind.
Sighing in frustration, I put the phone down and bury my face in the pillow, wishing we’d met in a different way . . . but then I wouldn’t have gotten to know him like I have. We wouldn’t have created this little serenity between us or shared so many intimate moments that have drawn us closer together. There are little magnets that have developed between us, and I can’t fight their pull anymore. It feels so fast but also like it’s been forever with how many visits I’ve made over such a short time. I’ve spent more time with him than with men I’d dated for months. Not that we’re dating or anything.
Why would someone like him, who was once with an elegant, good-looking guy like Brody, want me?
Sitting up, I check out the guys I’ve matched with on my phone again. but as I begin to respond to one, an ugly sensation crawls through me. When I get pulled to where Elias is again and read the note he left me on the coffee table, I’m glad I didn’t go through with showing interest in someone else. As I read over his words again, my heart is beating so fast I can hear it pouring in my ears.
Touch me all you want. Whenever and wherever you want.
Skin heating everywhere, I turn to the half-awake man on the couch and his eyes are wide open. Light trickles in through the windows, and I don’t take my eyes off the closed bedroom door as I curl up beside him. Only partially giving in to his words, I slide my hand up his shirt and run my fingers up and down his happy trail.
My nose finds a soft spot in his neck and I breath him in, sliding my hand beneath the elastic band of his pants, holding it still above his pubic area. It’s hard to stop but I’d rather wait until I don’t have to worry about his sister walking in on us. I’d rather wait until I can lose myself completely in his body.
***
Elias is handing a drink to a customer when I enter the coffee shop, and I hang off to the side, leaning against the counter in the skirt I had on last night. “Morning,” I say, smiling.
“Morning.” He tugs on his shirt collar, his eyes not fully meeting mine. “You on your way home?”
“Yeah. Thought I’d grab a green tea to go first.”
“Sure.” He sets a small paper bag beside me, calling out a name. “Anything else?”
“Not unless you got cotton candy back there.”
His eyes lift. “I’ll do you one better. Wait right here. I think you’ll like this way better than some boring green tea.”
I people-watch for a bit, reverting my gaze to him when he returns with a very vibrant pink drink with fruit floating at the top.
“What’s that?” I lick my lips, leaning closer to his hand.
“My very first cotton-candy refresher. I got some cotton-candy drink mix yesterday and figured this is the perfect opportunity to test it out.”
I perk up, reaching for the cup. “How much?”
“On the house.” He winks.
“You think your regular customers will care that you’re giving me special treatment?”
One side of his lips tilt a little. “I see it as having someone test the drink before I know if it’s good enough to put up for sale.”
I slowly bring the cup to my mouth. “So, what you’re saying is, I’m not special.”
