Page 92 of Deceit

“Tell me anyways,” I practically whisper.

He leans forward, his face so close to mine it barely grazes against my cheek as his lips rest on the shell of my ear. I wait with bated breath for his words as I feel his lips move against my skin.

“No.”

It’s a defiant word, not sexy or swoony at all. Tell that to my body, though. Chills breakout across my skin, from my arms to my toes. Slowly, he pulls away, just enough to meet my eyes again as he turns his head to the side.

“Are you going to invite me in again?” he asks curiously.

“Will you say yes if I do?” I question.

His hand runs through my hair again, tangling through the strands before winding around them and making a fist. He pulls my head back just slightly, so that he can tower over me that much more.

“Ask and find out.”

Vincent’s lips are so close to mine, I’m practically dizzy. The power he exudes is overwhelming. I can barely keep myself upright as I get lost in his metallic gaze.

“Will you come in?”

That same grin returns, and it nearly takes my breath away being this close to it.

“Sure, Siren. Whatever you want.”

In the next moment, he releases his hold on my hair, taking a step back and gesturing for me to step inside. Blinking quickly,I nod to myself and step back in, tugging down my sleep shorts slightly as if that were going to hide the wet spot that has soaked through.

Vincent steps through the door before shutting it behind him, but he doesn’t move apart from that. I make my way over to my bed, pausing before speaking.

“If you’re going to be my acting guardian angel, I want you to at least get some sleep. Wherever you’re most comfortable,” I say, as I crawl back into bed.

He nods, slipping off his jacket, setting his gun on the table and kicking off his combat boots. Then he practically prowls over to me, slipping beneath my covers before gripping my hips and dragging me up and on top of him. I open my mouth to say something when he speaks.

“This. This is the most comfortable I’ve been in my entire life.”

Something in his words melts me and I find my body relaxing against his, though my eyes still remain on him.

“You can’t be comfortable sleeping in your jeans.”

“I’m harnessing every ounce of self-control I currently possess, Siren,” he says. “If I took them off, terrible things would happen.”

Frowning, I turn my head to the side.

“Like what?”

I watch as his eyes dilate, and his arms tighten around me.

“I’d tear through your precious virginity so fast, you wouldn’t get the chance to breathe the word no.”

Choking on my breath, I stare at him with wide eyes, unsure of how to respond.

“So, yeah. The jeans stay on,” he says simply, before pressing a kiss against my forehead. Something he clearly enjoys doing.

“I have a boyfriend,” I say softly, my mind still reeling that he would even say something like that.

“You have two last time I checked.”

“Yeah, I do. I…probably shouldn’t be lying in bed with you.”

“Probably not,” he agrees.

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