Three questions. Three answers to give and… Jeez. Am I really going to let him touch my clit?
Color me surprised that I’m acting out of character, but I think I just might. I don’t think I have a choice. I can either let him touch me, or I can touch myself while he watches. Either way, I’m not sure it’s possible for me to leave this library without coming. I can barely stand right now, let alone walk. And I said goodbye to my higher brain function a little while ago.
Right now, I don’t care if he’s a hot shot jock. I don’t care if he’s the baddest of bad boys. I don’t care what anyone says about him. Right now, I’m not ignoring my growing crush, I’m not ignoring the fact that I’m tangled up in his orbit, or that it’s exactly where I want to be.
Does this connection run deeper than a feral, innate attraction? I don’t know. And a piece of me is afraid I’ll have to find out once we take things further than a scorching kiss at the side of the coffee shop. Do we even have anything in common?
I’m not letting myself overthink this. I’m not letting my inner demons tell me I don’t deserve this, that it can’t be real, or that he’s going to regret it.
I’m powered by need alone.
And right now, I need Ares de la Peña’s hand down my fucking pants.
CHAPTER14
Ares
Why the fucking fuck did I tell Eloise that we’d do five questionsbeforeI sank my fingers into her pussy?
I’m such a fucking idiot. My dick is so hard it hurts. My hand is twitching, ready, aching to slip between her folds. I bet she’s wet for me. Her pulse flutters at the base of her neck, and Iknowher pussy is soaking wet and ready for me.
I know why I said what I said, why I wanted to wait, to do our five questions before I laid a finger on her. To make her feel more at ease with me, to help her understand that this isn’t only a physical attraction for me. That I want to know her, really, truly know her before I do anything physical to her, or with her.
I wanted her to think about it all before she gives me consent to touch her.Somethingabout her is different. We’ve barely spoken to each other. Beyond a Google search, we know very little about each other, but I want her to be mine. And I want her to know that while I might struggle with being monogamous, I’ll be willing to give it a shot, for her. It’s fucking senseless.
It was all a great and noble idea at the time, but right now? Right now, my dick wants to pierce a hole through my pants and embed itself in her. It’s not even fussy about which hole. That said, I can’t see Eloise being a butt-stuff kinda girl. I’m happy to be wrong about that, though.
For my third question, I asked her what her perfume is, because I want to buy it and spray my bed with it so I can smell her while I sleep. She said it’sLovelyby Sarah Jessica Parker.Sex in the Cityisn’t my jam; Mamá freakin’ loves it though. But I could smell this perfume every damn day and never get tired of it. Thank you, Carrie Bradshaw.
Question four is going to make her recoil, it’s going to make her uncomfortable, so I brace my body against hers, not to keep her in place, but in an attempt to offer her some form of comfort, sort of like a weighted blanket. Except standing and with a raging hard-on.
I don’t stop stroking the scars on her face. She didn’t pull away from me this time when I first touched them. She didn’t gasp, cry out, or flinch away like she has in the past. That’s progress. She also seems to be leaning into my touch on her scars, but that might only be in my head.
“Why do you dye your hair pink?” I suck her delicate skin into my mouth, grazing it with my teeth. “Why do you cover your scars,tesoro?” I kiss across the front of her throat and back up the other side of her face to where my digit brushes back and forth across her cheek. I want her to trust me. Hell, Ineedher to trust me, and I don’t even really know why.
I want to know all her secrets.
I want to know every demon she has so I can help her slay them.
“That’s two questions.”
I growl against her skin, and she sighs.
“You know why.” Her voice is tight, strained, and full of pain. Tears well beneath her tightly closed lids, making her eyelashes glisten. “They’re so ugly, Ares.”
That sad whisper is gut-wrenching, and the dragon in my chest rears its head, ready to scorch the earth for her. Who made her feel anything less than the force she is?
“I’m not lying when I say you’re beautiful.” I brush her hair back from her face so I can kiss her scars. Her tense body relaxes again, just a little, enough to make me kiss her face again, and again, over and over until she softens completely.
“Don’t hide who you are,tesoro. Not from me, not from anyone. Take up space like the badass you are.”
That makes her giggle, her body shaking against mine, and I want to abandon five questions and rip her fucking clothes off. But number five is important.
“Why is that funny?” I skate my teeth along her jaw, down her neck and back to the other side of her face. I draw my free hand back up to her cheek and resume stroking her scars. At this point I’m no longer sure if it’s for her benefit or my own.
“That’s not my fifth question, I’m curious.”
“You don’t know anything about me. How do you know that I shouldn’t hide?” Her voice is laced with humor, but an undercurrent of lust carries her words on rasping breaths. “And I’m certainly not a badass.”
