“What are you doing?” she objected on a whine.
I didn’t say a word as I spun her around in my arms and folded her face down over the table. Poising myself at her entrance, I whispered, “You need deeper. Not harder.” Then I slammed myself to the hilt inside her.
She released a strangled cry, but it quickly transformed into a breathy sigh. “Yes,” she hissed. My hands gripped her hips as I fucked her from behind, each thrust deeper than the last.
It took several strokes for me to perfect a rhythm. Only the sounds of her moans and clenching of her cunt guided me, but I finally figured her out.
“Oh God, Till!”
I bent down and raked my teeth over her shoulder, and it must have changed my angle because one thrust later—without the use of hands—I claimed Eliza Reynolds final first.
And every. Single. One. Of her lasts.
“HEY,” I SAID, PULLING THE door open.
“Wow. You look beautiful,” Derrick lied, leaning in to give me a hug.
I looked like hell. My lips were swollen, and there were bags under my eyes from staying up all night with Till. I smiled at the memory.
“Thanks.” I stepped away, allowing him space to come inside.
“You ready to go?”
“Umm . . .” I stalled.
Why the hell was I nervous? I had zero feelings for Derrick, but the butterflies still threatened to overtake me. I was so horrible at confrontation. I would have much rather just avoided Derrick than have this conversation with him, but I sure as hell didn’t want Till to do it.
“Can you give me a second?” I retreated to my bedroom.
I needed a little encouragement of the Till Page variety. I looked up at the ceiling and whispered his name. He didn’t respond, so I walked over to the wall and gently knocked.
“Hey,” I called out, but it wasn’t Till’s attention I gained.
“You okay?” Derrick asked as he rounded the corner to my room.
“Yeah. Sorry. I, um . . .” Again with the stalling.
“What’s going on, Eliza?” He stared at me with genuine concern.
I felt like an ass for making him worry. It wasn’t like I was breaking up with him. We had been on one date—two if the Chinese food from the night before counted. I wasn’t breaking his heart. I was simply informing him that I would no longer like to see him—in any capacity.
“I’m fine. Sorry. I’m just nervous. Look, some things have changed since last night, and I’m not going to be able to go out with you tonight . . . or, well, ever.” I gave him a tense smile and an apologetic shrug.
“Oh,” he said, snapping his head back in surprise. “Can you at least tell me what changed? You seemed pretty excited about going out last night.”
Clearly, I had been on a different date than Derrick had, because excited was not an adjective I would used to describe how I’d felt.
“Um . . . it’s just . . . Till came over, and we’ve decided to give a real relationship a try.”
I couldn’t be certain that he’d heard anything after I’d said Till’s name. His eyes had immediately grown dark.
“Page?” he growled. “Did you fuck him?”
I was shocked by his transformation, but not enough to keep my mouth shut. “I’m pretty sure that’s none of your damn business.”
“You did.” He nodded then laughed. “He fuck you on that bed?” He reached down and snatched the blanket off as if the sheets would reveal the proof.
I could have dealt with him acting like a dick, but there was something in his tone that prickled the hair on the back of my neck. Everything suddenly felt wrong, and my eyes flashed to the door for an escape.
“You need to leave.”
“So let me get this straight. You’re choosing that broke-ass wannabe over . . . me?” He pointed to his chest as he took a menacing step forward that forced me to back against the wall.
“Um, no. I just don’t think this is going to work out.” I inched toward the door.
“Bullshit!” he shouted, leaning close to my face and placing a hand next to my head against the wall. His proximity was intimidating, but it was the absence of emotion in his eyes that sent the red flags flying.
“Backup,” I said with a shaky voice.
“Yes. Let’s.” He laughed. “Let’s back up to when I asked you out, and maybe this time, you tell me the goddamn truth about your relationship with Till fucking Page.” He bit out his name like it burned on his tongue.
“I didn’t have a relationship with Till when you asked me out. We were just friends.”
“Liar!” he violently roared, spit flying from his mouth.
I glanced up at the ceiling. Yeah, maybe staying in my bedroom was a better course of action. At least Till could hear if things went sour.
“Please leave.” I tried to keep my voice steady, but I failed when a scary smile crept across his face.
He leaned in closer, inhaling deeply as he dragged his nose up my neck. “Where’s your boyfriend now?”