“I spent a fortune on that!” I scrambled onto my knees, reaching for it, but he yanked it back, his other hand snapping up to grip my jaw. My breath caught as he pulled me closer, his fingers hot and burning into my skin.
Dark eyes locked on mine, his disapproval engulfing the air. “If you want to learn how to fuck,” he growled, “I’ll teach you.”
Goddamn.
The way he saidfuck…
Every time it rolled off his tongue, all nerves in me would stand at attention as if he’d been the one to invent the word. My need for touch intensified.
“That’s rich coming from you,” I managed, snatching the laptop from his grip when he loosened it. I sat back on my heels, clutching it, praying he hadn’t broken it.
My thighs pressed together hard, trying to ease the throbbing.
“Don’t pretend you didn’t do the same after you left the bathroom.”
My gaze flicked up as I tried to ignore the fact that he was standing right in front of me, and I was on my knees, his waist levelling with my face. I swallowed hard, heat flooding my cheeks and lower.
“Oh, was I too loud? I tried to be quiet.”
He stared down at me, and I knew—certainly sure—he was picturing me spread on this bed, my hand between my thighs, fingers running over my clit with my back arched in need.
“I know you were intentionally loud,” he said, voice rough like he was trying to shove the thought out of his head
My lips curved, even as my pulse spiked. “What did you expect after letting me see that incredible blowjob you gave yourself? Don’t tell me you’d have gone back to bed and slept if the roles were reversed.”
His chest expanded, the only betrayal of what my words did to him. For once, he didn’t have a comeback.
He diverted instead. “Don’t you dare turn on that thing again.”
I cocked my head, baiting him, the steaming ache for him making me reckless. “How else would I learn how to make love?”
His jaw clenched. “Cut that attitude, Sanora. Or I’ll do it for you in a way we’ll both regret.”
The last word sounded like a lie. Because I sure as hell wouldn’t regret a single thing.
But before I could answer, he spun away and stalked out, leaving me kneeling on the bed.
I stared down at the laptop, my clit pulsing so badly it hurt not to touch myself. The urge to dare him overwhelmed me, but instead, I shoved the laptop aside and curled into my bed.
Minutes later, my mother’s call lit up my screen—a perfect escape from my thoughts.
I woke to the sound of rain hammering the roof and thunder cracking through the night. My phone screen blinked when I tapped it to see it was past one a.m. The screen’s glow stung my eyes, so I shoved it facedown on the nightstand and dragged my blanket up to my chin, my legs curling in as I rubbed my feet together—
Socks?
My eyes cracked open. I ducked under the blanket and stilled when I saw a warm pair of socks covering my feet. My brows pinched, trying to recall if I’d worn them before bed. But no…no, I hadn’t. Not just that. The blanket itself wasn’t mine. This one was heavier, thicker and big enough to swallow me whole.
Thrax.
That or I had amnesia.
But it was him.
Heat curled in my stomach at the thought, my brain conveniently ignoring the boundary he’d just crossed. Out of all his intrusions, this was the gentlest. My gaze slid to the door. Was he asleep in his room now? Or had he slipped out again? He’d been staying indoors moresince my confession—that the house felt lonelier when he wasn’t around. I wondered if that was why he always waited until I was deep asleep before stepping out.
But what “unfinished business” kept dragging him away? What mattered so much that he couldn’t miss a single day?
A thin sound pricked my ears, almost swallowed beneath the crash of thunder. I frowned, curiosity overpowering hesitation. Shoving the blanket aside, I padded to the window, the cold air slicing through my skin until it felt like ice was running through my veins. I pulled the curtains apart, pressed close, and squinted against the rain-smeared glass
