I nod.
“Then I’ll order them as soon as we’re done.”
“Thank you.”
He goes to his knees—a perfect height for—and I apologize again as he groans. “I’m not trying to be a problem. I promise.”
“You’re not.” He puts one fuzzy sock on me before lifting my other leg. “And I promise I can behave myself… no matter what thoughts slip through.”
Because he has to… because it’s a one and done thing for him. Because…
He looks up at me again, and I bite my tongue instead of apologizing one more time. “That might be the only word you hear from me if you stay on your knees.”
For a second I think he might. And I feel so sheepish, knowing he knows I wanted him to?—
“There’s nothing wrong with what you’re thinking, Chrys.”
I justreallycan’t act on those thoughts.
A dozen ways to act onhimflit through my mind.
This is bad.
Eyes wide, I let my gaze drop to his lips. “Will you…” I swallow and then close my eyes. “Will you get me some kind of toy?”
Something that sucks or vibrates. Hell, something with a suction cup I can secure to the tub. I am going to needsomethingor I’ll wind up rubbing against them like a cat in heat.
“I’ll get you anything you need, koah.” He brushes my hair behind my ear. “You didn’t ask to be here. We will all do everything we can to make sure you are happy.”
I meet his eyes, and even though I know he can hear it in my head, I tell him, “I kind of always hoped I would get the chance to meet you.”
His brows raise, and I try not to think about the curious way I was drawn to him when I’d first seen him on a screen… but of course that only makes me think about it more.
“It was onlypartiallybecause my sister dislikes you as much as she does. Iknewshe was wrong.”
“Give me some time. You might change your mind.”
I won’t.
The look he gives me is one I’ve seen before… the one that says “did she hit her head?” or “are there a few screws loose?”
“Stop it.” He lowers his head so his eyes meet mine. “I don’t think anything’s wrong with you.”
“Give me some time. You might change your mind,” I tease.
“I won’t.”
I like him.
I laugh as soon as I think it… I like him and he knows it.
He presses his lips together so I don’t know what he might have said. What hedoessay is, “Come on.”
But I tug him to a stop before we get to the doorway. “Hey… this is probably going to get worse.” I motion toward my head. “I promise I won’t try to make you uncomfortable, but… it’sbasically pure filth up here and I am an orgasm a day kind of girl, so…”
He looks at me again and I try not to think about the bed behind me.
Which, of course, makes me think about the bed behind me.
