Page 78 of Scattered Glitter

When I don’t reply, he starts to look more nervous. “I promise I’ll never do anything like that to you.”

I reach out, placing my hand on his arm. “Please don’t promise such atrocious things,” I murmur. “Iwantyou to do that to me. I’m a pretty hard sleeper.”

At least I am when I’m drinking.

His eyes widen, and his breath audibly hitches. “Wait, you’re not… freaked out by it?”

I shrug, turning slightly to face him, my knee brushing his thigh as I settle into a more relaxed position. “I am, but in a good way.”

He stares at me as if he’s trying to decide whether I’m messing with him. “Fuck, Sparkle.” He shakes his head and lets out a low chuckle that sends another shiver down my spine. “I think I just fell in love with you.”

“Don’t ruin it.” I groan, leaning back on my hands as I shift further onto the bed, my fingers digging into the comforter beneath me. Tilting my head to the side, I give him a look that’s part playful, part warning. “Rather, tell me more about what you’d do if I let you.”

The change in my posture draws his gaze, and his eyes darken. Without breaking eye contact, I pull up one foot and press it against his chest. He smirks and leans into the contact, his hand wrapping around my ankle as he looks at me with a dark, hungry expression. Slowly stroking my calf, his thumb brushes lazy circles against my skin, and my breathing catches, turning labored. His body heat now radiates against my foot, making my skin tingle.

“I’d come into your room while you were asleep—”

I cut him off with a teasing scoff. “How?”

His voice drops to a whisper, almost conspiratorial. “I have my ways.”

“So you would what, break in?”

His gaze quickly flicks to my lips before meeting my eyes again. Then he leans down, brushing a kiss against my shin. “Is it breaking in if you allow me to?”

My heart skips a beat at the rawness in his voice. I swallow hard, trying to ignore the heat pooling low in my belly. “Would I?”

Something in his gaze makes it hard to breathe, like he’s daring me. “I don’t know, would you?”

His lips trail up my leg, planting kisses along my shin, moving higher. The thought of letting him break into my apartment, of waking up to intimacy from him, his hands, his mouth, floods my mind, and my thighs instinctively press together.

Holy shit.

He shifts even closer, his lips brushing against my knee now, his hand sliding up my calf. “I’d take my time,” he murmurs, his eyes never leaving mine. “I’d see if I could push you to the edge and then pull you back without waking you. Make you beg for it, even in your sleep.”

The intensity in his eyes pins me in place, and my cheeks heat as my heart thunders in my chest. I part my lips to say something, but the words get caught in my throat, my gaze drawn to his lips as he sets down my leg.

“What do you think, Sparkle?” he whispers, thick with promise. “Would you let me?”

“Yes.” The word slips out, impossible to stop, and his grin turns feral like a predator who knows his prey has surrendered.

“You sure? I want you to be comfortable with me, baby. I don’t want to push you into anything you don’t want.”

It’s that same vulnerability he’s shown me, that same earnestness that makes me want to pull him closer and push him away all at once. For a moment, I let myself believe that maybe I could have this with him without all the mess and pain that usually comes with letting someone in.

I don’t even know his name.

“I want it,” I say, ignoring the strange thought as myheart pounds, and a voice in the back of my head screams at me not to trust this.

It’s only going to hurt.

He leans in, his lips brushing against my ear. “Then I’ll give it to you. Everything you want.” He pulls back, but then he hesitates. “There’s one more part to it, though.”

“Oh?”

“It’s no fun to let you wake up without the evidence of me fucking you.”

Oh.

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