“What kind of spell are you weaving over me, Vinna?” he asks with hooded eyes and want in his tone.
I laugh softly before stealing his lips again, this kiss slower and more appreciative. I try not to move against his hardness, but it’s maddening to stay so still. I retreat, offering one last quick peck before climbing off him. Bastien groans in protest.
The space between my thighs feels empty, and a twinge in my gut tells me to do something about it. I ignore it and offer my hand to help Bastien get up.
“Let’s go before I lose my virginity on this couch," I tease.
Bastien stills immediately and gapes at me. “Wait, what?”
“What?” I ask, unsure why he’s shocked.
“Uh, I just thought otherwise, you’re so...not virginal.”
I laugh. “What does that even mean?”
Bastien runs his hands through his hair. “I don’t know. You’re not shy or awkward. You seem comfortable with things.”
I snort. “Yeah, it’s called romance novels and masturbation, and not always in that order.”
Bastien lets out a surprised chuckle, and I can’t tell if he’s embarrassed to be talking about this or interested.
“I don’t think you have to have sex to be sexual. I know what it entails. It’s also something that’s incredibly intimate to me, and until now I just haven’t met anyone I could be that way with.”
“I’m not going to lie Bruiser; my inner caveman really likes that.”
I laugh. “Don’t get any ideas about clubbing me and hauling me off to be at your mercy. I will kick your ass.”
Bastien chortles. “Don’t knock it till you try it; you might like it kind of rough.”
I laugh even harder and then clench my thighs together at the exciting thought of rough sex.
He rubs his palms together nefariously “Are you ready for the corruption of your innocence to commence, Bruiser?”
“Please, do you know who you’re talking to, what innocence?”
We both laugh.
“This is going to be fun,” he teases, in a singsong voice and gives me a quick peck.
I push his hulking form out of my room, all the while internally shouting,fuck yeah it will be.
26
The ringtone on my phone loudly serenades me, and I’m forced to abandon my dream. I blindly grab for the noisy device, refusing to open my eyes. After a couple of misplaced slaps against the cool wood of the side table, I finally find the phone underneath my grip and bring it to my ear.
“Hello?” I greet, my voice is deep and groggy with sleep. No one responds, and I listen to the silence a few seconds more before I finally open my eyes to see if the call disconnected. It’s still active, so I try again.
“Hello, anyone there?”
Silence.
An odd feeling trickles down my spine. “Talon, is that you?” I ask, and the call abruptly disconnects.
My head falls back onto the pillow and a few breaths later the phone rings again. I don’t check the caller ID just answer it quickly.
“Talon, are you okay?”
“Who’s Talon?” A smooth, melodic female voice asks me. I look at the caller ID and see it’s Mave.
