I’d traced those lines and knew I’d trace them for the rest of my life as I went to sleep. Even better, he woremylines. And my bite.
They remained pink and raw-looking, much as my ink was, but eventually, they’d be physical claims, and I couldn’t wait for the moment I could stroke them and taste them—literal proof that he was mine.
Already touched by the notion, as well as grateful, I grabbed the A&D ointment and began our nightly ritual of tending to one another’s ink. “Busy?”
He dropped the pen so he could stretch before snagging the tube from my hand. “Nah. I’m jotting down some notes.”
“About?” I asked around a shiver as the cool salve and his fingers attacked my nerve endings.
“I had an idea for a formula that could counter Red.”
Intrigued, I tipped my head down to study his notes. “I thought you were trying to improve the formula?”
“That too, but I’m brainstorming on that one.”
His ‘idea’ had filled dozens of pages.
“You’ve been working on this all night?”
“Your ma’s shepherd’s pie inspired me.”
“Don’t let her hear you call it that.Cottagepie,” I corrected with a grin before I carried on analyzing his notes where I saw the idea had evolved into a working hypothesis. “How will this change Red’s pharmacodynamics?”
As he explained how this compoundherewould counteract this compoundthereand went into graphic detail about the drug, I didn’t get it until he explained how the formula affected the body.
I was so grateful I’d done my research because it prevented our discussion from being one-sided.
In fact, it deepened further as I countered with what I’d learned from seeing Red on patients in the ER. And as the monstrosity that was this drug permeated my conscience, I accepted something.
Something horrible.
Something terrible.
I was so turned on right now.
He had a cowlick from scrubbing his hand through his hair. His eyes were bright with a fire that licked at the sapiosexualgenes in my body. His intelligence poured from his lips and infiltrated the strong slashes of his handwriting.
In fact, I was so done.
When molecules became the center of the discussion, I climbed onto his lap, grabbed a hold of his ears, and yanked him into a kiss.
The second our mouths met, I melted again—straight into him and not the couch this time.
He was so clever!
His smarts tripped my triggers and made me want to devour him. Stat.
I cuddled up to him, grateful I’d dragged on one of my comfy nightshirts earlier to veg with my fam because it meant that only his boxer briefs and my panties sat between us.
His hands shaped my ass as he fell into my kiss, letting me take control as I tasted him, tested him—reveled in my power over this frickin’ genius. A genius that had gone to work because I’d asked it of him. A genius thatI’dleashed.
“I am so wet.” I moaned against his mouth.
I knew he had to be far gone too because he just groaned.
My panties were drenched. He had to feel it. He couldn’t not.
As I found the ridge of his dick, I squirmed until it hit the right spots and then rocked my hips as I thrust my tongue into his mouth.
