Until Her - Ami Van Page 0,34
inches forward when she returns her spatula and attention to the eggs. Maybe she noticed. Maybe she didn’t. Either way, she didn’t flinch or move away.
He can smell her sweet scent. It surrounds him and does more than a thing or two.
He sees the vein pulsing at her neck and if self-control wasn’t a thing, he’d be swiping his tongue across it, across her pretty little throat. His hand would be in her hair, controlling her head to give him better access. His other hand would be under her tank top, traveling up her smooth creamy flesh and around her ample breast. His fingers would be pinching her nipple, hardening it.
Pump the fucking brakes!
What the hell is he thinking?
“Thank you,” she says, cutting into his thoughts.
“For?” he asks. He clears his throat again to get rid of the huskiness of his voice.
“For staying with me that night,” she says.
He shrugs. “There will be more nights,” he replies. Self-control out the window. Fuck it.
She turns and faces him, wide-eyed. And he immediately goes in for the kill.
Her cool lips move just a fraction underneath his and every burning cell in his body relaxes. It was enough of an invitation for him to push her a little more. His tongue glides over the seam of her lips and he can feel her fists loosen up against his chest. When her lips part, he steps in closer, his own hands traveling up from her lower back to hold her against him.
She may look toned and fit but she’s soft like butter against his own body.
Her aroma sends him into a frenzy and when her soft moan escapes between their connected lips, it’s pure insanity. A madness that he’s now entrapped in.
She takes a deep breath and he feels her heave. Within the next second, he feels the force of her hands pushing him off of her. He takes the step back and locks eyes with a stunned Ariana.
“I—I,” she stutters.
He can visibly see the flush creeping up her neck at the same time confusion and fear clouds over her face.
“No,” he whispers. He gently brushes the back of his fingers against her warm cheek. “You never have to fear me,” he says to reassure her.
It doesn’t work. He can see it in her wild eyes. She’s there but she’s not there. Not anymore. A shiver runs its course through her and she wraps her arms around herself. She’s scrambling for words, for thoughts, for emotions.
“Ariana,” he calls out to her as gently as possible.
She needs to snap out of it. If she doesn’t want this to go any further, then it won’t happen. But he’s not going to have her fall apart again. Not when she’s come this far.
“Ariana,” he prompts.
She backs away from him and leaves the kitchen. He can hear her retreating footsteps clomping on the laminate flooring as she makes her way to the bedroom. He’d for sure thought she’d go right for the bathroom and expend the contents of her stomach into the toilet.
He gives her a minute and waits, remembering to turn off the range of the now burning omelet. He never hears her vomiting. Instead, he hears the sounds of her pacing.
That’s exactly what she’s doing when he reaches the doorway of the bedroom. She’s pacing around the room like a caged animal seeking an escape route. She has a small throw blanket wrapped around her even though he can see the sweat on her forehead.
“Ariana,” he calls out to her again.
His mind is scrambling for everything that Marcus told him. Things to do if she’s pushed too far. Things to say when she’s breaking or trying to hold herself together. His normally sharp mind can’t remember one single fucking thing though. Because she’s falling apart at his touch and something inside of him breaks just a little.
It wasn’t like this with Daisy. He’d all but put his foot on her ass and shoved her out the door when he merely suspected her of using.
“Kneel,” he commands her as if on instinct.
She stops her pacing and turns in his direction. Her eyes never meet his and her head hangs.
He straightens up and with hands in his pockets, he walks to the wingbacked chair at the foot of the bed and takes a seat.
“Kneel, pet. I won’t tell you again.”
She obliges, head still hanging low. He watches her place her hands on top of her knees and the blanket falls to the floor.
His cock twitches and dances at