Page 57 of Plight
Elliot placed his glass down on the table, stood up and walked toward me, my head flushing with heat that simmered with anticipation. I sucked in a breath and gripped my glass harder when he stopped beside me, his hip level with my face. Good God, his cock is within licking distance. I tried not to look at it, but Holy Batman if that weren’t a bat signal between his legs.
Willing my eyes to focus on the city lights beyond the floor to ceiling windows, I finally let out my breath when he continued past me, immediately sucking in another one the moment the tips of his fingers brushed my hair away from my neck, exposing my skin.
“Should I suck your earlobe or your neck?” he teased, his hot breath near sending me into a coma. Fuck. All. The. Shits.
The bat had woken my cat and it wasn’t a good thing. It was bad. Real bad, and I was helpless to stop what he was about to do, because—OhmyfuckingGod.
Elliot’s lips found my neck the exact moment his hand gently gripped my jaw and tilted my head to the side. I gasped and closed my eyes, my body victim to his luscious assault.
My nipples tingled.
My hands clenched.
But it wasn’t until the wet warmth of his tongue trailed down my neck and settled on the dip of my collarbone that my pelvis bucked and I let out a shallow moan.
“Okay,” I rasped, finding my breath. “Okay. Dare completed.”
His grip on my jaw loosened and his hand slid along my cheek, disappearing into my hair before disappearing from me entirely.
Slowly opening my eyes, I quickly righted my slouched posture and regained my bearings, finding Elliot back in his seat, bourbon in hand, a satisfied grin on his face. “Your turn.”
“Truth,” I breathed out, before swigging my drink.
“Did you enjoy that?”
“Yes. Couldn’t you tell?”
He smiled and then nodded to my chest. “Uh huh.”
I glanced down and noticed that not even my bra could hide my body’s desire. “Oh! Well, yeah. You get that.”
“I’m not complaining at all.”
“I bet you’re not.” I took another drink. A big one. “This isn’t how we used to play this game, Lots.”
He smirked. “Truth.”
I fired him an unsure look; we were heading into dangerous territory, and I wasn’t sure how we’d get out.
“Danielle, relax and ask me a bloody question.”
“Okay. Have you ever been married or engaged?”
“No.”
“Serious girlfriend?”
“Yes.”
“How long ago?”
“Five years.”
“What happened?”
“That’s too many questions.”
“Fine. If I do a dare, I get to ask you three truth questions.”
