Page 77 of Ecstasy
I stroke my hand lightly up his forearm and he lets his hand slide down over my lips, to my throat, resting it there gently. “No sharing,” I lie to him.
He smirks at me, his eyes trailing down over my chest and his hand following. He cups my breast over my tank top. “No sharing?” he repeats, gaze finding mine again.
I bite my lip and nod, slipping my hands under his shirt. He’s all hard muscle and sharp lines but his skin is so fucking smooth. I want it on mine.
“Zara,” he says, my name a whisper on his lips. “Are you sure you’re not going to regret this? Your eyes…” He trails off, staring into my eyes.
I know they must be dilated right now, but I know what I want.
“I’m not going to regret it. I know what I’m doing.” It’s true. I do. MDMA doesn’t impair judgement in the way the shots of tequila I chugged down will. It just makes everything better.
He still looks unsure, and I can’t help but think it again.He didn’t hurt that girl.I need to find her. I need to know what happened. I need to ask her. Maybe someone hurt her, but him? I don’t think so.
Either way, I know he won’t hurt me right now.
He’s not even moving. He’s just staring at me with this pained expression on his face like he’s torn between fucking the shit out of me or running the fuck away.
I vote for the former.
I grab his shirt and pull him, spinning us. He moves with me, amusement flickering in his eyes. When I get him where I want him—his back to the bed—I plant both hands on his chest and shove him.
He sinks down onto the mattress, in a seated position, trying to bite back a smile but he can’t quite do it.
“God, I’ve fucking missed this.” His hands come to my thighs but he’s still staring into my eyes.
“Take off your shirt,” I tell him.
He flicks up his brows. “Commanding, huh?”
I grab his wrists, make him drop his hands from my thighs as I take a step back and then let go of him. I want to pounce on him. I want to feel him everywhere. But right now, I want to watch him take off his shirt.
I cross my arms, still swaying slightly even though the music is just the sound of the bass up here. I want to change that. I know there are wireless speakers in his bedroom, we always had something playing when we were fucking around in here.
Did Eli listen, then? He said he heard us, and he saw me…
I push him from my mind. Not because I don’t like thinking about him, but because if I think about him too much, I’ll go find him and bring him up here and I’m positive Alex doesn’t want that.
And right now?
I want to give Alex everything he wants.
He crosses his arms, lifts his shirt over his head. I swear to God my mouth starts watering when he drops his white shirt onto the floor, rests his hands on his thighs and stares at me, almost defiantly.
I find every freckle over his long, lean torso, his abs still visible and defined even though he’s sitting down. Those veins in his biceps are like another fucking drug, and even though I meant to make him strip down completely, I can’t stop myself.
I kick off my socks and shoes, unbutton my jeans, tug them down my thighs. I go to slide my fingers under my bright green lace panties, but Alex reaches for my wrist, stopping me.
He doesn’t wait for permission anymore, doesn’t ask me if I want it.
Instead, he holds my gaze while he leans forward and uses his teeth to pull down my underwear, his mouth scraping against my skin. His thumb pulls down the other side until the lace just falls to the floor and I step out of it as Alex sits back, watching, one hand still on my thigh.
I wonder why he never noticed my scars.
Now’s not the time to ask. I don’t want him to notice. I didn’t want Eli to, either.
Eli seems to have a habit of noticing things he shouldn’t.
“Your turn,” I tell Alex, smiling brightly as he takes in every inch of my skin from the waist down.
