Instead, she peeks at me through a tiny slit in one eye. “You’re gonna arrest me.”
This is going from playful to oddly worrisome. Someone should tell my dick that, though.
Reaching behind me, I turn on the lamp on my side table for a better view. “What are you talking about? It isn’t a crime to touch yourself in mybed. Why would I arrest you?”
The only way I’m cuffing her tonight is if she confesses to beingdirectlyinvolved in the murder or home invasions.
Then again, considering the taste of her sweet pussy on the back of my tongue, there’s another way I’d be willing to cuff her. If she’s into it.Fuck, that would be so damn hot.
But first, I need to figure out what the hell is going on with her. “Hey, it’s me.” I place a peck on the base of her throat. “We aren’t enemies anymore, baby. You can tell me anything. Just like the old days.”
My gentle prodding does the trick, and she gradually opens both eyes.
Anddamn, they’re red as hell. Still stunning, but definitely not as vibrant as usual. Her eyelids are thick too.
“Have you been crying about the peacocks again?”
As she studies my face, she shakes her head faintly. “No tears. Lots of laughing.” An adoring expression cascades over her, driving away the worry and embarrassment that were there moments ago.
Sloppily, she coos at me like I’m a puppy. “You’resooohandsome, Reed. I could look at you forever.”
One of her hands runs up my arm, caressing my shoulder before working its way to my nape. She toys with my hairline. Her other hand lovingly brushes my cheek, her thumb stopping on my lower lip.
Suddenly, I’m less concerned about her red eyes.
I lower my upper body and slide my arm under her damp head so she can use it as a pillow. “We should brush your hair. It’s gonna be tangled.”
“Who cares?” Her breathing accelerates, and she scoots close to me. “You are so pretty. And sexy. You can’t be real.” She bites her lip. “Fuck, I want you, Reed.”
Despite being calledpretty, which I’m unsure how I feel about, my head fills with a lustful fog from everything else she said.
She’s giving me all the right signals, and my body is totally on board. This is the perfect time to finish what we started in the car today.
Unfortunately, my head vehemently disagrees.
The eyes and a bit of slurring, I could potentially ignore. But not the absence of a reaction to detonating an F-bomb. Not my Lila. That I cannot abide without investigating further.
As much as I love the idea of Lila giving her prim side a rest around me, doing it in a way that has me questioning her sobriety is alarming. Especially when we’re so close to having sex.
I rewind everything I observed since I got home, cataloging the evidence like I was trained to do.
Kitchen cabinets left ajar.
TV blaring.
A disgusting array of food left open on the coffee table.
Red chunky eyes.
Slurred words.
Laughing fit.
Unbelievably horny to the point of touching herself in front of me, then acting as if it wasn’t an intentional seduction.
Unbothered by the prospect of knotted hair.
And she called mepretty.
