Page 154 of Toxic

I had to admit, Soren could easily make a living as a model. His figure was impeccable—perfectly shaped shoulders, a narrow waist, narrow hips, and long legs. When he heard me come in, he turned, but only slightly, just glancing at me over his shoulder before going back to making his coffee.

My gaze fixed on his firm, round cheeks as I slowly sat down at the table. Was there anything more appealing? Pert, firm, inviting. And that thin black line of fabric… I could tug on it, lick his crack with my tongue.

I wanted to…

"Do you want some coffee?"

There was no answer, no snap out of my lascivious thoughts.

Soren just shrugged and poured himself a cup.

He turned around slowly, cup in hand, and his gray eyes settled on my face. Meanwhile, my gaze drifted down to the smooth expanse of his chest, lingering on his hard, dark raspberry-colored nipples. He had an erection, clearly and obscenely visible under the fabric of the jockstrap.

A low sound escaped my throat—a mix of arousal and appreciation. Soren grimaced slightly.

"Don’t speak to me in that damn feral language. I don’t understand it anyway."

"Thongs? Seriously? Are you trying to seduce me, Soren?" I let out a huff.

He raised an eyebrow. "Is it working?"

Resisting the need to answer—but not with words—I stayed silent. He shrugged again and muttered, "If it’s not working, then I guess I chose the wrong strategy."

Feeling very on edge, I got up, walked over to the refrigerator, and grabbed a gallon of juice. I drank a few greedy gulps, still silent. The tantalizing scent of his naked body was in the air, driving me crazy.

Meanwhile, he took a couple of sips of coffee, then set it down on the counter. Our eyes met, he licked his lips, then his fingers moved up and traced his perfect collarbones. His lips parted, and he let out a small gasp as his thumb brushed against his hard nipple.

Seeing it, I let out a deep growl and lunged at him, pushing him against the wall. I grabbed both his wrists and pinned them above his head. Growling, I slid my nose along his temple, down to his neck, and even smelled his armpit, which scented like vanilla. I licked his skin slowly, but after a moment I sobered up, remembering what had happened yesterday. So, I straightened up, trying to keep my composure. Soren’s pupils were dilated, he stared at me expectantly.

Clenching my teeth, I struggled with my desire. No, I had to control myself. Reluctantly, I stepped back, fighting against my raging erection, but Soren reached out his hands and grabbed mine, as if wanting to stop me.

For a moment, our eyes locked, and my head felt slightly dizzy. Involuntarily, my gaze drifted to his hands—the same hands I had held so many times during the programming course. Slowly, I took them in mine and fixed my eyes on his rings. He was wearing a few I recognized from our classes.

"A striped flint stone. I really like this one," I muttered, spinning the ring, then slowly raised his slim hand to my face, pressing an open-mouthed kiss to the back of it.

Soren stared, his breath hitching, clearly wanting me to continue. But I simply couldn’t forget our argument and wanted to clear things up first. So again, I let go of his hands and took a step back. The disappointment on his face was obvious, and he frowned.

"I’m pregnant with your child," he hissed. "It’s your duty to satisfy my pregnancy cravings."

A slight twinge of irritation rippled through me. "Yeah… The problem is, last time, I didn’t see you have any cravings. You seemed to be in control just fine. So, I guess you’re not one of those people who get sexual cravings during pregnancy. So what else could it be?"

Soren wasn’t expecting that response. He blinked and pressed his lips together.

"Seriously? Are you going to deny me? I moved here because you forced me! You could at least give me some relief. Do I really have to beg you for sex now? Is this your idea of getting back at me?"

I stood there, my mind racing through responses, but none of them felt right.

He took a step toward me. "At least when I was living with Liam, I didn’t have sex, but I had his support, warmth, kindness, a willingness to do whatever I wanted… I destroyed ten fucking years of a wonderful friendship for you, fucker! Liam and I have been buddies since middle school. I did what you wanted, damn you, I moved in, and this is how you treat me?"

He took another step toward me, our breaths mixing now.

"No one has humiliated me more," he choked out, "If you really want everything from me, acting like this puts us millions of miles apart."

"Does it?" My voice was barely a whisper. "We’re in different galaxies now, Soren. So even a million miles seems insignificant."

Silence fell between us, and Soren looked at me with a strange desperation in his eyes.

"Don’t do this, Skye."

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