Page 106 of In Love and Revenge

It disappears as the lid is closed by a slender hand.

‘You’ve been working long enough,’ Aurora announces.

Her eyes spark with something that sends blood racing to my dick.

‘I always work in the evenings,’ I say, carefully placing my laptop on the floor and pushing it away, my eyes fixed firmly on hers.

‘Even if you have company?’

‘I rarely have company.’

Her eyes widen, then narrow in suspicion. ‘Are you telling me you don’t bring all your dates here? That I’m not about to sleep in a bed that hundreds of women have slept in before me?’

I drag in a slow breath, my voice lowering to a rough husk.

‘You unpacked in my room?’

Her cheeks flush. ‘I might have.’

‘You might have?’ I echo. ‘Because I asked you to?’

‘Because for some reason I can’t explain, I ...wantedto.’

‘We can work on helping you explain those reasons.’

She shuffles a little closer. ‘We can?’

I swallow, fighting the desire to pull her to me. I want her to come to me herself. To give in to what her body’s telling her to do. And to accept that she and I are inevitable. That even if she fights it, I’ll be here, fighting for her to see it right back.

We’ve gone from hating, to fucking, to tolerating.

It’s progress.

And I intend to keep progressing until I get exactly what I want –her. Not just in her videos. But in my arms. In my bed. In my life.

Mine.

I sit completely still, making her do all the work. I want her to understand that she’s choosing this. That she wants this.

Like the perfect little beauty she is, she leans closer, parting her lips in invitation.

‘Rafael. That night you and I ...’ She pauses, her words coming out breathy and needy. ‘I keepthinkingabout it. I—’

‘Have you touched yourself?’

Her eyes widen. ‘What?’

‘Have you touched yourself whilst thinking about it?’

Bloody hell, the thought of her making herself come to the memory of me ... it’s ... I inhale, my fingers tingling with the need to touch her.

She sinks her teeth into her lower lip. And nods.

Fuck it, my willpower isn’t the stuff of legends. I’m a man whose future is in front of him with her little tits straining against her top, the outline of her nipples visible through it, and aquamarine-blue eyes rapidly hazing over with unconcealed lust.

She wants me. And damn it, Icraveher.

‘I’ve thought ofnothingelse since,’ I growl. ‘You wouldn’t believe how much I’ve thought about it. Wondering if you were doing the same.’