He sighs, placing me on the bed. “I know.”
“The bathroom’s right there, here’s your bag.” Pete points to the side wall where an open door reveals the edge of a toilet. It’s too dark to see much else.
“Get ready for bed while we secure the rest of the house,” Sly says as they both turn toward the door.
“Wait!” They both turn at the urgent plea in my voice. “You’re both going?”
They glance at each other, seeming to exchange some sort of silent conversation. “You go,” Sly tells him, nodding to the hall.
Pete gives me a concerned look before leaving us alone in the dark room.
Sly moves back toward the bed and takes a seat beside me. “Wren, are you afraid of the dark?”
He strokes the back of a finger down my cheek as I try to calm my breathing. “No. Not really.”
“What is it then?”
“You guys have never left me alone before. Only in the bathroom.”
“We’re not leaving the house, Wren. We’re securing it from the inside.”
“I know,” I tell him, feeling stupid for not wanting to be alone. “You’re right, you can go, I’ll be okay.” I gesture toward the hall, but he doesn’t move. “Sly, I’m fine. Really. You don’t have to stay with me.”
“Are you scared of being alone?” When I don't answer immediately, he prods. “Be honest with me, Wren.”
“A little.” I shrug as if it’s not a big deal.
“Then I’ll stay.” He stands up and looks through my bag, which is difficult in the dark. He finds his old T-shirt and a pair of my panties, making me blush. “Stand up.”
He reaches for the hem of my dress, and a soft gasp leaves me. “I can get dressed on my own, Sly.”
“I know.”
He doesn’t say anything else as he pulls the dress up and over my head, leaving me in just my panties and bra. It’s very dark in here, so I know he can’t see much, but it doesn’t stop him from gripping my waist as his eyes trail up and down my body.
“Sly?”
“Just give me a second.”
When his fingers tighten on my heated skin, and he still doesn’t move, I ask, “Are you okay?”
“I’m trying to talk myself down, and you’re making it very hard.”
“Talk yourself down from what?” I ask in confusion.
“From throwing you on this bed and fucking that virginity right out of you.”
“Dios mio.” My heart speeds up as I picture him doing just that. I can only try to imagine what it would be like to have him inside me, to help satisfy that constant need between my legs. I grow wet just thinking about it.
“You see my dilemma.” He sighs.
“Not really. Do you think I’d try to stop you?” He inhales sharply, and I step closer to him, my hands gliding up his chest as I whisper, “'Cause I promise you, Sly, I wouldn’t. I’d let you do whatever you want to me.”
A growl tears from his throat, and suddenly, he lifts me up, tossing me onto the bed on my back. My eyes widen as excitement shoots through me. “Don’t play with fire, little bird,” he warns.
“Why? You gonna burn me, Sly?” I ask in challenge as I push up on my elbows. I’m starting to realize that in order to get him to cross that line with me, I need to push him.
He starts to undo his shirt, and I lick my lips eagerly. “You?—”
