Every cell in my body locks up, and my jaw flexes, gaze dragging slowly across the evidence of what she was probablypreparing to do right before I knocked again. It explains the flushed cheeks and the way she’s barely making eye contact.
Suddenly I’m way too aware of the way my pants cling to me, which is at the exact moment she walks in and stops dead.
“Oh, for fuck’s sake.”
I open my mouth to say something that might smooth it over. That mightnotimply I’m rock hard and imagining exactly what she’d look like with that plug in, but she speaks first.
“That’snotmine,” she blurts.
My brow lifts at the world’s worst lie.
“No?”
“Well. I mean, I didn’t bring it here.”
I nod slowly with a hum, as if that explains everything.
With a groan, she swipes a hand down her face, and turns like to leave—then spins back again, her blanket slumping off one shoulder.
She notices and yanks it back up, but I’ve already seen the curve of her collarbone. The way her nipples are tight against her tank top.
“I didn’t think anyone was gonna knock again while I was—” She gestures wildly. “—preparing to be emotionally resilient.”
“Emotionally resilient.”
“Yes.”
My mouth curves. “You always that emotionally resilient?”
“Don’t shame me.”
“Oh, I’mnotshaming you.”
If anything, I’m seconds away from getting down on my knees andthankingher. But I manage to keep it together by biting through my damn tongue and standing stock still.
“What,” she whispers, a crease forming between her eyes. “You got more to say about it, smartass?”
I step closer, just one pace, but enough to tower over her.
“I was gonna say,” I murmur, “it’s funny you say that.”
She crosses her arms.
“Because I’ve heard you beingemotionally resilient.”
Her eyes narrow. “Don’t.”
“Don’t what?” I ask. “Don’t mention how I’ve heard every filthy sound you make when you think about me?”
Her jaw tightens, but her pupils blow wide.
“Or don’t bring up the way youbeggedme to let you come?” I keep going, lowering my voice. “Or remind you that you always came hardest with my voice in your ear, how you fucked yourself for me, moaning at the thought of me bending you over the couch?”
“Andyou,” she snaps, voice fiery in challenge now. “Gripping your cock and grunting like you couldn’t breathe without my moan in your ear.‘Harder, Red.’‘Fuck, just like that.’Don’t act like you weren’t just as fucking gone.”
I grin. “Oh, I was very gone. Still am.”
There’s a pause, and I let it stretch, just so she can hear my next words clearly.
