"Collecting human hearts. Is that a hobby now?" she asked with a small husky laugh.
The sound went straight to my cock.
"If it's your hobby, then it's a hobby," I said. "Besides, it’s my way of telling you that you have mine."
"That's so sweet," she said, cocking her head at me and letting the tips of her hair fall into the water. "I prefer your heart right where it is." She leaned forward and pressed her hand to my chest.
My heart thumped harder at her touch.
"Me too." I looked down at her hand. "I'm kinda attached to it. Not to mention, outside of heart transplants, one hundredpercent of people who are missing a physical, biological heart can't live without it."
"I believe that statistic," she said, stroking a hand over my chest and down to my abs. "Although I know a few people who seem to have figured out how to live without a brain."
I snorted. My equivalent of a loud laugh. "Anyone I know?
"Possibly," she said. "You might move in the same circles as some of them."
"As long as you're not accusing me of living without a brain." I kept my expression and tone deadpan, but I was laughing on the inside.
I’d kept my emotions in check ever since I could remember. It was easier than responding in a way people considered ‘incorrect.’ Laughing when I shouldn't laugh. Being angry at things I shouldn't be angry at. How was a guy supposed to get it right every time?
Besides, if you deadpan a joke and no one laughs, you're not losing, right?
"I would never," she assured me. Her hand wandered down lower, grazing my stomach just above my rapidly growing cock. "You're one of the smartest people I know."
"Does that say a lot about them, or about me?" I said, teasing again.
She laughed. "It's definitely about you. You're quick, clever and hot as hell."
Her thumb brushed the head of my cock, making it twitch and leap to attention.
"No one's ever called me hot as hell before." Not even hotter than heck. Not even hot at all, that I was aware of.
"Remind me to find out where Cass got his glasses," she said. "I can pass their details on to… I don’t know, everyone else. They need their eyes checked if they don't see how hot you are."
"You're going to make me blush." Her thumb stroked the side of my cock. If she kept doing that, I was going to do more than blush. I was going to come right here in the bath water.
"You know what? I don't care what anyone else thinks," I said. "Only you."
Her opinion meant everything to me.
"I definitely think that." She curled her hand around my length, stroking slowly and gently, like she had all night.
"You're the hot one here," I whispered, trying not to pump myself into her hand. "Sometimes I think I'm dreaming. I pinch myself but then you're still here. Maybe I'm having some crazy hallucination."
"No hallucination." She let go of my cock and scooted forward, until her legs draped over my thighs. She placed her hands on my shoulders and positioned her pussy against the tip of my cock.
"If this wasn't real, would you feel this?" She lowered herself onto me slowly, inch by inch.
"If this is a hallucination, I don't want a cure." I bracketed her hips with my hands and half-closed my eyes. "You feel so fucking good."
Her pussy had my cock in a vise, her heat clamping down on me like she might never let go. I didn't want her to let go. I could have sat here like this with her forever, maybe beyond forever, doing this with her.
At this exact moment, it felt like we'd done this before in multiple past lives. I didn't care. What mattered right now was…right now. Right here.
"You feel incredible," I whispered.
"So do you," she whispered back.
