Page 66 of Heart of Thorns

“You going to leave my room and go home to get yourself off until the X is out of your system?”

The longer I stand in his room without curbing the need I feel, the more frustrated I become.

“Well, I can’t have you do it!” I snap. “You rejected me once. I can’t really remember how it made me feel but I know I don’t want to relive it.”

Thorne scoffs.

I roll my eyes. “I can’t go off and fuck someone either. You’re my boyfriend.” I pause. “Fakeboyfriend.”

Thorne’s arms fall to his sides. He quickly advances on me, stalking across the bedroom until he traps me.

“If anyone is getting you off, it’s me.” His warm breath floats against my lips, and my eyelashes flutter closed. “I turned you down last night because you were completely out of it. I wasn’t going to take advantage of you.”

I lean against him. My nipples harden from the feel of his firm chest, and I shake. The arm around my waist traps me, and without knowing what I’m doing, my leg hitches around his hip and I’m pressing into him.

His other hand weaves into my hair, and my head tips backward. I open my eyes, and his pupils are dilated with need.

I’ve never craved someone like this.

“Considering you’re sassing me, I know you’re back in your right state of mind.”

My lips part, and all I want to do is kiss him.

“I am… but my body isn’t,” I rasp.

I’m acting desperate but I feel like I’m going crazy. My nerves are fried, and my skin tingles.

“I feel…wild,” I admit.

“I know, kitten,” he whispers. “I’ll help bring you back down to earth.”

Oh, thank God.

“Only if you promise to never take unknown drugs at a party again.”

“Never,” I rush out. “I promise.”

“That was awfully fast,” he whispers. “I wonder what else I can ask of you.”

My entire body trembles with the heat of his breath fanning over my neck. His teeth latch on to my earlobe, and he gives it a quick tug.

“I’m sure you’ll think of something,”

He smiles against my mouth. “That I will, kitten. Now get on the bed.”

CHAPTER 22

THORNE

Briar sitson the bed and stares up at me. I take a second to make sure the door is locked—Rhys would probably pick this exact moment to burst in otherwise—then return to her.

She’s so sexy it hurts.

I run my hands up her legs again, this time hooking my fingers around the waistband of her panties when I reach her hips. I slowly drag the black fabric down, carefully removing it and tossing it to the floor beside me.

“Grab on to the headboard,” I order.

Her eyes widen, and she reaches over her head. Her tits strain against the t-shirt I put her in last night, and I make a mental note that next time, I’ll pay them the attention they deserve.

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