He shakes his head as his eyes grow heavy. “No, the shirt. I really liked the shirt.”
I knew he would. Eli is a type A alpha. It’s written all over his personality. He’s sweet, kind, and an extrovert, but he also has this alluring, domineering side. I knew if I wore his name on my back, he’d not only find it sexy. Hopefully, he’d find peace that I’m communicating, in some ways, that I belong to him too.
“Oh yes. I liked it too. Wearing your name . . . it felt special.” His breathing picks up as he swallows hard. I have him right where I want him. “Anyway.” I lift and kiss the side of his cheek. “Good night, Eli.”
And then I lower back down to rest my head on my pillow.
I try not to hold my breath as I listen for any indication that he might crack. Break. Maybe even bend. I’ll take a bend at this point.
I know I’ve played with his head enough tonight. I’m just waiting to see the effects of it.
But when he doesn’t say anything, when he doesn’t even make the slightest move, disappointment rips through me.
What is it going to take for this man to do something? To break that promise with Pacey? To give in to his obvious desires?
There’s got to be something—
He shifts behind me, and his hand slides up my stomach so his thumb rests right below my breast. My breath seizes in my lungs.
Oh God, is he bending?
Out of pure fear that I’ll scare him away, I hold my breath, waiting . . . hoping . . . begging.
He’s so close.
I barely hold in a moan.
His fingers dance so dangerously near me that I can feel the heat coming from them.
And I want it.
I want him.
I want him to touch me.
One more shift. One more inch.
One more breath.
Anything.
Please, just anything.
And then his thumb moves, the tip rubbing gently across the underside of my breast.
Yessss.
My eyes squeeze shut as a wave of arousal pools between my legs instantaneously.
Just like that. I’m ready for him.
I just pray it wasn’t an accident . . .
ChapterTwenty-Five
ELI
Don’t fucking do it, man.
