Page 94 of Heart of Thorns

I slowly move to my side and get closer to him. I drape my leg over his and place my hand over his racing heart. “I get it. I feel the same when I’m in a crowded room without a direct view to the exit.”

Thorne nods, like he understands.

We may be in a fake relationship, but I don’t think either of us can deny the connection we have.

“I’m glad I don’t make you feel that way when I touch you,” I whisper.

He angles himself, and our mouths are a breath away. My lips part, and his hooded gaze falls to them.

“Me, too.” He cups my cheek and tugs me in close.

The kiss is tender but real.

At least it feels that way to me.

We kiss for what feels like hours, only coming up for air every few seconds to discard our clothes on my bedroom floor. I press my lips to the cut I left on his throat before I climb on top of him. I slowly brush my fingers over his bare chest.

His cheeks are flushed. He watches with rapt attention as I touch every part of him. The more I touch him, the tighter his grip gets on my hips until he’s pressing himself into me. I gasp when he fills me. We fuck slow.

We don’t say a single word.

Only hot noises, heavy breathing, and whimpers that fall onto his mouth from mine.

I know it’s wrong.

I thinkheknows it’s wrong.

This definitely doesn’t feel fake, but neither of us put a stop to it. We move against each other, sweat coating both of our bodies, until we’re fully sated and breathless.

I’ve never had sex like that.

And by the way he’s gazing at me from the bathroom, I don’t think he has either.

Thorne is watching me like a hawk.

He trails my every step.

By the end of my second rep, I spring up from the mat and give him a look. “You’re making me nervous.”

He smirks. “Wouldn’t be the first time.”

I roll my eyes.

“Why are you staring at me so intensely? I’m surprised you haven’t told me my form is wrong.”

He walks over to me and holds out his hand to haul me to my feet. I wobble a little, but he steadies me with his hands on my waist. I peek at him, and his brow is furrowed.

“I didn’t realize I was showing my thoughts on my face.”

I cock my head.

I know exactly what thoughts are going through his head.

“You’re thinking about what I told you, aren’t you?”

He huffs. “How could I not?”

My heart races. I push his hands away and drop back to the floor to finish my reps.

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