Oh, I do fucking know, but now I need to hear it from her lips.
“Know what?” I ask, playing dumb.
“You know.” She leans in, whispering conspiratorially.
Biting back my chuckle, I shake my head. “I’m afraid I don’t.”
“Dammit,” she mutters, pinching the bridge of her nose as she thinks over her options.
“Just tell me, Angel.”
“Fine. Last night in the courtyard when everyone was getting naked. You were…” She gestures her hand to my lap and shoots me a duh glare.
“I was what?”
“Christ, Ringo, you were like… wanking.”
Don’t laugh. Don’t laugh. Don’t fucking laugh.
“Yes. I remember.”
“Well, that’s what I was thinking about that made me do this.” She points to her blushing face, her frustration evident in her tone and posture.
“You were thinking about my cock?”
She rolls her eyes. “Yes. Okay. Are you happy? I was thinking about your dick.”
I chuckle. “That makes me extremely happy.”
“But… Why?”
“What the fuck do you mean,why?” I ask, and she gestures between us.
“This is just a ruse, isn’t it?”
“Is it?” I ask in all seriousness and her expression morphs into a deadpan, and fuck, it makes my cock jerk to life.
“Seriously?” she huffs. “You can’t keep avoiding answering my questions by asking more.”
“Can’t I?” I smirk.
“Ugh, stop. You’re infuriating.”
“Infuriatingly sexy.” I shoot her a wink, and when she rolls her eyes once again and goes to move off me, I stop her, delving my hand into the hair at her nape.
She gasps as I tug a little, the action forcing her chest forward, and those tits that I get the feeling are nice and fucking plump despite her bony arms and legs, press against my chest, just begging to be touched.
Sucked.
Fucking worshipped.
I wonder if she’d let me.
Fuck, no. I can’t.
“You have the infuriating part right.” She breathes and fuck, I tilt her head back even more, hovering over her angelic face, my lips just a breath away from hers.
“I know last night triggered something, but I need you to know, Angel. When I asked you to come over to me, that was no fucking ruse.”