“Okay,” I ask with some hesitation, uncertain if I want to hear more because the more he talks, the more concerned I become. “So did you feel this tremor when you first entered the room?”
“No. I was still in control until you touched me.”
“I’m touching you right now, and you seem fine.”
“You’re not strategically half-naked from wearing clothing five sizes too big for you?” he questions, obviously unsure what he’s saying. “It was fully dark in the room, as soon as I realized you were there, I could feel you. And then, when I got close and my bare skin touched yours, it was all over. I was done for.”
“Was it just certain parts that were touching?”
He makes a frustrated sound, and for a moment, I feel he’s going to move away, but he doesn’t. Instead, he moves his gaze over my shoulder. “It started with your shoulder moving back into me. That’s what lit the torch. Then your lower back, where the shirt crept up, my dick hit that, and it was really all over.”
I make a face, my fingers playing in his hair stilling as I tease, “Getting that close to a woman put you over the edge?”
“Oh my god, Vivian,” he exclaims. “What part of this are you not getting?”
“Apparently, all of it.”
“It was like I became completely possessed by you. This fire churned in my guts and chest, and my basic reasoning completely malfunctioned. All I could think about was sticking my dick in you over and over and over until you were truly mine. As if the only way to assuage that electric need was to feed it what it demanded.”
“And what did it demand?” I ask, mostly as a way to buy a bit more time before having to give a serious response.
“You.”
“Like me as a whole person?” I respond slowly, and then, unable to remain serious, I add, “Or my electric pussy?”
His eyes narrow, and he sighs, “Both.”
“So your dick is like a conduit?” I whisper, still doing my best to refrain from smiling and failing miserably as a low laugh breaks free. “A heat-seeking missile?”
He glares at me. “If you’re going to make fun, you can go back to being roomies with Seamus.”
“Seamus is a fun roomie.”
His glare intensifies, and after a moment, I relent. “I’m sorry if I’m making light of what is obviously a traumatic experience, but I have to admit, I’m a bit out of my element here. Inappropriate humor is basically how I deal with everything even remotely uncomfortable.”
“You and Camilla must’ve gotten along swimmingly then.”
“Other than her tricking me into staying in your bedroom, yes, we did.”
“Yeah, I’m going to have some words with her about that.”
“Will it do any good?” I ask.
“Unlikely,” he responds with an amused scoff. “Especially since I can’t even explain any of this shit to her. She’d laugh me out of the room in a heartbeat.”
“I’m sure she fully understands the power of lust,” I reply passively. “Strong responses are normal between some people.”
“You don’t really believe that,” Zion says as he rolls away from me, coming to his feet by the side of the bed. He stares at me, wide-eyed, eyebrows raised. “There is no way this feeling is even remotely normal.”
“I didn’t say it was normal, but there’s no other reasonable explanation other than intense sexual chemistry.”
His mouth drops open in shock, his eyes bulging as he parrots, “Intense sexual chemistry?”
I nod, uncertain what he expects me to say, given the events of the past thirty-six hours have been unexplainable at best. His mouth snaps shut, then he runs his hands over his face tiredly before turning away, muttering, “We’re going to be late.”
“Where are you going?”
He points toward the bathroom, then disappears through the doorway, leaving me lying there completely bamboozled.
