Page 282 of Midnights
His words are my undoing.
Pleasure detonates, tearing me apart at the seams. My back arches, and I swear I see stars as my entire body shatters above him.
But he’s not done.
Hislips find mine again, swallowing my moans, kissing me through the aftershocks, like he’s savoring every last tremor. His hands keep me right where he wants me.
And just when he’s about to push inside me—
A knock. Then full-on banging.
No.
The world fractures.
I jolt, opening my eyes. Only, I’m not in his bed.
It takes me a second to take in my surroundings. I'm in the bathtub and the water has cooled. My breath is ragged and uneven and it's clear my body still hasn’t realized we aren’t about to get any dick. My pussy is still throbbing.
The scent of cedarwood clings to me. It clings to my senses, wrapping around me, teasing me with a vividness that leaves me breathless.
There's another knock at the door, only louder this time.
Then the door bursts open and Elle stands in the doorway, eyes wide, with panic written all over her face.
“Raven?”
She stops dead, blinking at me still half-dazed in the tub, wrapped in nothing but the remnants of my dream.
“Oh.” Her shoulders relax as she presses a hand to her chest. “Shit. Sorry. You didn’t answer, and I thought—” She exhales sharply. “I dunno, maybe you drowned or something.”
I blink at her, still fighting to separate my dream from reality. My skin still feels hypersensitive, and I’m still reeling from Kane’s touch. Except it wasn’t real.
She wrinkles her nose and sniffs at the air. “What’s that smell?”
I freeze.
“What smell?”
Her eyes narrow suspiciously, flaring as she sniffs again, this time more deliberately. I swear the entire room tilts as she levels me with a sharp stare. “Whatever bath salt you used, maybe don’t use it again.”
She stares at me, then her brows pull together and she really looks at me. “Did you use the oil I gave you or a different one?”
“No, I didn't use the wrong one.” I force my face into something neutral, even while my body sells me out.
I can tell she's not buying it. Not for a second.
She gives me another once-over, and her eyes linger like she's trying to figure out what box to shove me in. Then she shrugs, waving a hand in front of her nose. “Well, whatever you used, it’s strong.”
I let out a breath I didn't know I was holding, relieved when she drops it and turns to the mirror, already distracted with her hair.Thank God.
“Anyway.” She tosses me a towel. “I just wanted to check on you. You missed dinner.”
I missed dinner? Was I in the bath that long?
I step out of the tub with the towel wrapped around me, doing my best to hang on to the scraps of my sanity. What's left of it, anyway.
I swallow hard, wanting to ask her something, but part of me is afraid of what her answer will be. “Elle?”
