When The Grave Calls (The Veil Diaries #9) - B.L. Brunnemer Page 0,51
not to cry out as my legs gave out, dropping me to the bed. My teeth chattered as I fell into bliss. His hand left me and moved to my hips. His thrusts grew harder, pounding me into the bed until I didn’t know where I was, or who. His hand buried in the back of my hair and pulled, forcing me to support my upper body against the delicious sensation along my scalp.
Every surge of his hips sent more and more heat through me, more sensation. He was so fucking deep. “Ethan …”
His breathing grew rougher, his hips more desperate. His grip on me tightened as his body became rigid against mine. He took a deep, shaking breath.
I was still floating in a sea of sensation when he pulled out of me. I shivered. God, even that felt good.
He lay down beside me, his hand running up and down my back. “Beautiful, you okay?”
I nodded with my eyes still closed, enjoying the feel of his touch.
“You need to tell me,” he whispered, his voice lighter than before.
“Good. So good,” I muttered as something else occurred to me. “Did I stay quiet?”
He chuckled. “As quiet as I think you could.”
I nodded. “Good.” I shivered as an aftershock went through me.
He reached down and pulled the blanket over to cover me.
Every bone in my body seemed to have disappeared. “I think I needed that.”
“Me too.” He moved closer and wrapped around me. He pressed kisses to my neck and shoulder. “I love you.”
“I love you too,” I mumbled as my legs began to feel steadier. “We need to go back for dinner.”
“Let’s miss it,” he whispered.
I rolled to my side, scooted into his arms and simply enjoyed the moment. His lips brushed my skin as he whispered in Spanish, I didn’t understand the words, but his soft tone told me it didn’t matter. I melted there, surrounded by love.
But, eventually, we did need to head back downstairs. We managed to pry ourselves from the bed, straightened our clothes, and slipped out into the hallway.
We were halfway to the stairs when Zeke appeared at the top. His jaw was clenched as he walked past us. Something was wrong. I turned to Ethan. He simply gave me a knowing smile and headed for the stairs.
I started back for Zeke. “Zeke?”
“Not now, Lexie,” he said as he went into his bedroom.
I hurried and caught the door before it swung closed and slipped into his room. “Zeke? What’s wrong?”
“Asher went for a run.” Zeke turned back to me, his face lined with strain. “You and Ethan … happened. Didn’t you?”
I stopped in my tracks, stunned. “Uh …”
He shook his head, his eyes filling with longing. “I can’t touch you.”
My jaw went slack at his words. “What?”
He clenched his fists and looked at the door over my head. “I can’t touch you. Be with you.”
“Zeke …” My chest burned deeply. “That doesn’t matter to me.”
“You want more from me. I can feel it when we’re close.” Zeke’s gaze met mine. Shadows swirled in the depths. “I can’t give that to you.”
“Tough Guy, I love you.” I shrugged. “And yeah, I want to be close, but that doesn’t mean I’m trying to pressure you into anything.”
“But you need it.” He turned away from me and moved to the window. “You need to be touched and I can’t do that for you.”
I didn’t know what to say as I moved to his side and looked out at the backyard with him. “I can wait, Zeke.”
He swallowed hard enough that I could hear him. “You don’t have to. Not with the others.”
“So? They aren’t you.” I looked up at him. “Tough Guy?”
“I’m too fucked up, too broken.” His voice cracked before he met my gaze. “I can’t be what you need.”
“What I need?” I blinked up at him. “That’s you. All that you are. The grumpy pain in the ass to the sweet, overprotective guy I love. I love every side of you.”
“And the side that can’t touch you?” Zeke rasped. “The side that never will.”
Never will? “I can wait.”
“And what if that day never comes?” he bit out between his teeth.
Shit. Did he really think that he’d never be able to touch me? Could I hold back that long with Zeke? The answer was as clear as day to me, but I had to make him see, make him understand. “What if the day never came where you could hold me again?”