He turned to face her, amused to find she was still covering her eyes. “It is safe to look, now.”
Suspiciously, she cracked her fingers to peek at him before lowering her hand. She seemed to be rendered speechless. The way she stared at him, her eyes drifting up and down and back again without a word, made him uneasy.
He pulled at the collar of the tight shirt, shifting on his feet. “Does it look strange?”
“Yes,” she breathed, her eyes lingering on his arms as he pushed his hair back out of his face. “Oh.”
Realization struck him.
Shelikedthese clothes on him. They aroused her.
Victory clanged through him.
With a sinister grin, he advanced on her, crowding her against the door frame. When he slung an arm over her head to hang from the top of the frame, her eyes tracked the movement of his biceps.
She gulped audibly.
“What’s wrong with them, Ophelia?” he murmured, bringing his face down to hers. “Do I look too human? Is it confusing you?”
She swallowed hard again, her eyes dipping to his lips before quickly darting back up. Her attention moved to somewhere just over his shoulder, avoiding his gaze.
“Yes,” she whispered.
He dipped his head, nuzzling the exposed column of her neck, bringing his mouth alongside her ear. “Should I take them off?”
A little puff of air escaped between her lips. Enjoying the power he held over her, he leaned back, gripping the bottom hem of his shirt in both hands. He dragged the fabric slowly over his abdomen, and her eyes dropped like they were magnetized, widening at his perfectly wrought form.
“Oh,” she breathed again.
He could scent her arousal in the air.
Her eyes widened, and she grabbed the hem of his shirt, yanking it back down.
“I mean, no!” she barked, swatting his hands away from the fabric. “Just—leave it on.”
She groaned, closing her eyes and letting her head thump back against the door frame.
“What are you afraid of?” He ran the backs of his fingers over her throat.
She shuddered beneath the touch, but she didn’t force his hand away.
“Nothing,” she said, unwittingly arching into his touch for more. “Everything. I don’t know.”
He dipped his head and kissed her neck, enjoying the helpless little sound she made. His hand slipped beneath the back of her head to hold her where he wanted her, fingers threading through her silken hair. When his tongue flicked over her throat, she twitched beneath him, her hands still clutching at the hem of his shirt.
“Sam.”
“I love it when you say my name,” he murmured against her skin.
Her throat bobbed as she swallowed, squirming beneath him.
He opened his lips and sucked at one of the supporting muscles of her neck, enjoying the way she mewled and half-heartedly tried to escape. Sliding his other hand behind the small of her back, he trapped her against his body until he was done.
When he pulled away, a deep bruise was already forming where his mouth had been. Satisfaction surged at the sight of the mark.
His mark. She washis.
She just didn’t know it yet.
