"Certain ways." I wasn’t going to clarify.
"Like..." He prodded.
"It's a miracle no one has murdered you by now. Including me."
Grayson grinned. "You need me too much."
"I've survived my magic alone for hundreds of years."
"I wasn't talking about my touch. Every time you keep me out of your dreams for a few days, you end up frazzled and miserable. You need my cock, Mer."
If I wasn't already as flushed as possible before, I sure as hell was now. My face burned and my ridiculous body responded by wanting him. Fiercely.
"That's because of the lack of sleep, not some ridiculous need for sex."
"The need for sex isn't ridiculous. Don't bother pretending you don't want me, either. You look disappointed every time I leave your dreams."
I scoffed. "I don't."
"You do."
"If I do, it's disappointment that I have to go back to dealing with my magic," I tossed back.
"Luckily for you, you can seal a bond with me and never have to worry about that again. It's a win for both of us."
"You are the most conceited male I have ever met, Darke. I'm not sealing a bond with you, and I'm not fucking you, so?—"
He tipped my head back, lowering his face toward mine, and I went still. Completely and utterly still.
I wanted him.
God, I wanted him.
"Death," he murmured, his lips only a breath away from mine. The sides of our noses touched, just barely. It was the most intimate physical contact I'd ever had.
"What?"
"Tell me I can take your pants off. I need to feel more of your skin."
My lips parted.
There was no magic in the air. During our dreams, I could feel it. It had a scent and a sensation to it.
This wasn't magic.
This was all Grayson. And all me.
I pressed my lips together.
He nipped my ear lightly.
My eyes slammed shut."I can’t have sex with you."I wouldn’t survive leaving him afterward.
"I didn't say anything about sex. Just pants."
"We were talking, Darke."
"We can talk without your pants on."
