“Only when I’m preparing for a fight.”
“But no one knows you’re here. If they did, wouldn’t they have done something by now?” I hand him a blanket and he tosses it to the side, irritated.
“If they know I’m here, someone will show up before morning. If not—”
I don’t know what he sees when he looks at me, but he stops talking abruptly, rolls his eyes as he gets up from the couch, and grips my arm, guiding me to my room.
“Not for you to worry about, princess. Time for bed.”
Time for bed?!
My heart races as he escorts me to my room, but he simply double checks that the windows are locked and braced then inspects the closet.
“You don’t think we would have heard if someone were in here?” I venture tentatively.
“Better safe than sorry.” He surveys the room. “Where’s the bathroom? You don’t have a bathroom in your room?”
I shake my head and point to the short hallway. “Only door on the right.”
When he steps out, I realize I forgot to take off my bra and start to pull it off under my shirt.
From the bathroom, Vin calls out, “Do you mind if I use your toothbrush?”
Ew, God no. Still trying to yank the bra off under my shirt, I move quickly to the bathroom. “No, don’t do that.”
He laughs. “Don’t look so disgusted. I was ready to stick my dick in your ass five minutes ago. I’d be a hypocrite if I wasn’t okay with your toothbrush.”
“Well, I wasn’t okay with that, and I’m not okay with this, either.” I pull a new toothbrush out of the drawer. “Use this.”
He accepts it, his eyes on my breasts as I finish pulling off the bra. Under his gaze, my nipples harden.
“The bra thing is impressive.”
I blush and put toothpaste on my toothbrush. We watch each other in the mirror as we brush our teeth.
“Yes, three-star chef and able to remove her bra without taking off her shirt. I’m the marvel of humanity.”
He spits into the sink. “Total fucking package.”
I know he’s joking along with me, but I can’t help glowing under his praise. He walks me the two steps down the hall to my bedroom door.
“Goodnight, princess.”
“Goodnight, Vin.”
For a split second, I think he might kiss me, but he turns on his heel and heads to the couch as I go in my room and shut the door.
I slide into bed but can’t sleep. Gorgeous Vin Demonio ate my food. Helovedmy food. Was he joking when he said he’d bend me over and fuck me? Oh my gosh, he’s on my freaking couch right now!
I’m so wet, my panties are damp. I slide my fingers down and find my clit, imagining that my fingers are his. His mouth. His hard gaze boring into me.
The night replays in bursts. His hands spanning my waist when he helped me through the window. The way he grabbed my wrist and commanded me to sit. His intensity when he fed me the pesto. The gravel in his voice when he ordered me to let him do the dishes.
I hear his voice calling me ‘Sophia’ as the images flip through my head on repeat until I’m coming, moaning his name softly, my free hand over my mouth to muffle the sound.
8
Vin
