I nod toward the blizzard starting up outside the window.
“You try sleeping under a thousand pounds of animal pelts.”
Leaning over the bed, I strip off one of the heavy furs. “Theyareremovable, you know.”
She snatches the throw from my hands and flings it back into place. “I like to be cozy when I sleep.” I roll my eyes as she brushes past me, her naked arm grazing mine. “You sleep shirtless. I don’t see how it’s any different,” she tosses over her shoulder, climbing into the massive bed.
“I sleep shirtless when you’re around. When I’m alone, I don’t wear anything.”
Her eyes snap to mine before trickling lower over my bare chest and abs. So I allow mine to do the same, letting them run down the length of her sinful body.
All the blood drains from my head.
That fucking slip.
I clear my throat, sinking back onto the daybed. She settles into the sheets behind me and leans over to blow out the candle, shrouding us in darkness.
“Night, Zadyn,” she murmurs.
“Goodnight.”
I lie on my back, staring up at the ceiling for what feels like hours.Starlight dances in through the narrow gap between curtains, slicing across the room like a giant spotlight on Serena.
I listen to the sound of her ragged breaths, each one a new torture. I’m so on edge lately, even the slightest breeze against my skin has me ready to burst. It’s only made worse when the sheets begin to rustle, and I hear her turn over, a little sound like a whimper falling from her lips.
My ears perk up. She’s not usually a sleep talker. Then the whimpers turn into sighs, coming faster and harder.
Dear gods.
She’s having a sex dream.?*
Fuckme.
I drag my hands down my face. At the sound of her moan, the blood rushes to my cock so fast I get lightheaded.
This is going to be the death of me.
I’m dying to look back, but—no, that would be so wrong.
But maybe just for one second…
Nope, no. Still wrong.
“Please,” she whispers.
My head whips around, ending the debate. I stare helplessly as her back arches and her dark hair spills across the pillow. The satin strap of her slip falls down her shoulder.
I should wake her.
She wouldn’t want me to hear this, to see this. She would be mortified.
But wouldn’t it be worse not to let her finish?
I blow out a long sigh, burying my head in my arm.
Breathe, Zadyn.
But it’s hard to think beyond the insistent throbbing in my pants. I’m fucking aching.
