Page 67 of Rectify

“No mercy until you talk.”

“Sex toys!” she yelled.

He stilled, holding himself above her body as he panted, staring down at her in amazement.

“What?”

“I thought you were talking about sex toys.” A blush stained her cheeks.

Delighted, he grinned. “What kind of sex toys?” Arousal filled his body as the feel of her against him made his cock throb with need.

“The usual.” She avoided his gaze.

“Look at me,” he demanded. Fuck, she was gorgeous. She was slowly gaining weight with his care and attention. Her face now had some much-needed color, and that sparkle was back in her eyes.

“If I knew you liked toys, I definitely would have bought you some.”

“Well, I did live for quite a while without sex. I had to have some help.”

“So, what sort of toys would you like me to get you?” Aedan asked huskily.

Natalya shook her head, a blush in her cheeks. “Never mind, I was just joking around. Forget it.”

Uh-uh. No way was he just going to forget about this.

Natalya sat up with a cry.She placed her hand over her thundering heart, hoping like hell she hadn’t been loud enough to wake up the house.

She rolled over to the side of the bed, letting her legs dangle off the edge. Placing her elbows on her knees, she rested her head in her hands.

When were these nightmares going to end? She’d told the counselor about them, and the woman had assured her they were normal and to be expected, but she couldn’t tell her when they would stop.

She dreaded going to sleep each night, knowing she was going to have a nightmare. They seemed so real. For the first few weeks after Mateo had been rescued, she’d kept him in her bed. But the counselor had convinced her to attempt sleeping without him, even if she only managed it for a few hours at a time. Since Aedan had gotten her the nanny cam, she’d found it much easier to sleep. That was the most thoughtful thing he could have done for her. But it had been four months since Mateo had been kidnapped. She needed to be stronger than this.

But if she wasn’t in the depths of a nightmare, then she was stuck in a sizzling dream about Aedan. She’d wake up on fire, her nipples hard, her pulse racing, and her pussy clenching with need.

Having him so close and not being able to taste him, touch him

It was pure torture.

Not that he didn’t touch her. He did. Just not the way she wanted. Small brushes of his hand on her back or holding her hand didn’t count. She wanted him to take her, taste her,fuck her into oblivion. She’d almost worn out the vibrator he’d bought her. And wasn’t that embarrassing?

Natalya was over the whole “friend” thing. She was ready to move to the next level. The only problem was that all her subtle attempts to tell him had gone unnoticed. Short of knocking him to the ground and having her wicked way with him, which was fast becoming option number one, she wasn’t sure what to do. Sure, Mateo limited when and where she’d do the attacking, but he was a good sleeper. His nightmares were few and far between now.

Unlike hers.

With a sigh, she stood and walked into the attached bathroom to take a shower. She checked the clock as she moved back into the bedroom, toweling her hair dry. Just after five a.m. No use trying to go back to sleep. She dressed and, grabbing the nanny cam monitor, made her way to Mateo’s room, checking in on him before heading down to the kitchen. Moving in here had been a great idea, sexual frustration notwithstanding. She felt so much safer living here than she had in the apartment.

She made herself a coffee and sat on the window seat.

“You’re up early,” Aedan said with a smile as he walked into the kitchen.

What did he have to be so happy about? Obviously, he wasn’t spending his nights locked in erotic dreams about her. Bastard.

Okay, grouchy much?

“What do you want for breakfast? Eggs?” He opened the fridge and pulled out a carton of eggs and some juice.

“I’m not hungry.”

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