He pressed down on the gas, and we drove forward slowly. Calm. He was so calm. “I didn’t steal them. I found them and thought I’d return them to you.”
I crossed my arms over my chest, glaring out at the trees that lined the street. Fiery red and orange leaves hung off of them. “Pfft, yeah okay. You just magically found the same panties that I was wearing last night.”
“You’re hot when you’re angry.”
“Well, you’re not hot at all, so stop talking to me.” I lied, and he knew it. He was so damn hot, but if he didn’t stop talking to me, I wasn’t sure what was going to happen. I just wanted to be home and be alone—where I’d be able to stay in control of this unexplainable urge that I had to rip Eros’s clothes off and let him do what he wanted to me.
“Why are you lying, Dani?”
“Why are you so full of yourself, Eros?” I clenched my jaw. “You act like you’re this oh-so-powerful sex-god, but I bet you’re not even good in bed. You probably suc—”
Eros hit the brakes, and I flew forward in the car, my seat belt digging into my collarbone. He tangled a hand into my hair, grabbed a fistful of it, and forced me to look at him. I could see my wide-eyed reflection in the black pits of his eyes.
“You have no idea what I’m capable of,” he said. Despite the harsh grip he had on my hair, he gently grazed his thumb against my cheek. “I can leave you trembling under my fingers, Dani.” He roughly grasped my jaw. “… under my lips…” His hand traveled down the column of my neck, sending a wave of heat through me. “When I’m finished with you, you’ll be begging for more.” His fingers grazed against the hem of my dress, dipping along my cleavage. “Craving more,” he whispered.
I pushed my knees together, my core throbbing. Oh, God. Oh, God. This wasn’t good.
“Until you can’t handle it any longer.” His fingers grazed against my nipples through my dress. I shut my eyes.
Stop him, Dani.
My fingers dug into the leather, my head resting back on the seat.
I needed to stop him.
He drew his fingers across them again, and I pulled my knees together even more.
It felt too good.
Someone hit their horn behind us, the sound vibrating through the car. Bright headlights flashed in the rearview mirror. Eros released me and stuck his hand through the window to apologize to the car. He pressed onto the gas.
I stared down at my knees—wide eyed as realization shot through me. Please let that be a dream. Please let that be a dream. I couldn’t begin to comprehend every thought running through my mind. Why did I let Eros touch me? It felt so good. But it shouldn’t. I hadn’t felt that good—ever.
Not even with Trevon.
CHAPTER 6
Dani
I laid in my bed, staring up at my plain, boring ceiling and thinking about one person: Trevon. The sleepy smile he gave me every morning, him drawing patterns on my skin with his fingers and brushing his hands through my hair so soft and soothing. The morning sun flooding into the room, hitting his brown eyes and making them a sea of honey.
Five years. Five whole years of memories with him, and I had to blow it all.
After cocooning myself in my blanket, I curled into a ball. The music in my earbuds stopped playing twenty minutes ago, but I didn’t have the energy to get my phone from the dresser. Too much shame was weighing me down.
My fingers grazed against my necklace. Even if Eros made me feel better than Trevon, the feelings I had toward him were purely physical. It was infatuation. They’d go away. They always did.
But I couldn’t keep this from Trevon. I needed to tell him.
I lugged myself out of bed, picked up my phone, and dialed his number. Voicemail. I hung up and tried again. After calling for the fourth time, he picked up.
“Hello?”
“Hey,” I said. “Sorry for calling you at work, but I need to tell you something.”
“Dani, did you get in alright? Thank Eros again for me.”
“Actually, I wanted to talk to you about hi—”
I heard a woman say something through the phone, voice muffled. Trevon said something back. People started yelling. “Dani, I got to go. Some guys are fighting in the middle of the bar. Tell me about this later.”
Before I had the chance to respond to him, the line went dead. I sighed and threw the phone next to me.
Dam it. Dam it. Dam it. Every time I tried to tell him about Eros, something always interrupted us.
My phone buzzed beside me. I picked it up—hoping Trevon was calling back already.
Unknown: Breakfast tomorrow? ;)
My eyes widened. I swear, if this was Eros, I was going to—
Another buzz.
Unknown: This is Kasey btw (restaurant bathroom girl)
I sighed in relief and added her number to my contacts. The candle beside my bedside crackled in the dark. It probably wasn’t the smartest idea to go have breakfast with someone I just met in a public bathroom but I needed to talk to someone about my problem. Maria was too nosey, Trevon was too busy, and Dr. U would only talk sense to me. I rested my head against the pillow and texted her back.
Getting out of this apartment would do me good—anything to take my mind off of Eros would help me at this point.
“Dani,” Eros murmured against my ear. I was lying on my stomach with the side of my face pressing against my pillow, the sweet scent of cinnamon and vanilla filling me. He trailed his nose up the back of my neck and pressed himself against my backside. “I can’t wait to make you mine.”
My toes curled. He felt so good.
He sucked on the skin just below my ear, teeth pressing against my flesh ever so lightly, making me moan. His fingers curled around my chin. “Do you like the way I touch you?”
I nodded, his stubble against my neck making me shiver.
“What should I do to you tonight?”
Anything. I just wanted more and more. I never wanted him to stop. I pushed my hips back against his.
“Tell me what you want,” he said, steadying my hips with his.
“I… uh…”
He slipped his fingers under the waistband of my shorts, rubbing me roughly through my thin panties. I squirmed under his touch, the pressure already building inside of me.
“Tell me,” he said, harsher this time.
“I want… oh, God…”
He removed his hand from my shorts and pushed me onto my back. Lying on his side, he propped himself up on one of his elbows. The moonlight streamed in through the sheer curtains, bouncing off of his bare abdomen. I ran my fingers down his abs, down his v-line, and let them linger at his waistband. I gulped, gazing at the bulge in his pants.
After tucking his finger under my chin, he made me gaze into his eyes. They were black again. Completely and utterly black. No hint of white, no piercing green. Endless black pits.