Page 20 of Twisted Desire
“It’s not like we haven’t seen it all before,” he comments.
I shrug, putting my back to him as I take off my bra and pull his shirt over my head. “I would actually like to get some sleep tonight, Nikolai.”
“You don’t think you could resist me, knowing I’m lying naked in the bed beside you?”
I turn back to him. “It’s not me I’m worried about.”
He licks his lips as they curve into a grin. “As I recall, you were the one getting naked in front of me.”
I blink at him. “And now I have clothes on again. That’s how getting changed usually works. First, you get naked, then you put clothes on.”
His grin remains. “Right.”
I reach behind me and snatch a pillow off my bed, launching it at his face. He grunts when it smacks him, and a burst of laughter bubbles in my chest.
His eyes narrow on me, making my pulse jump. “Oh, you’re in for it now.”
Before I can anticipate his move, there’s a pillow heading for my face. I barely manage to duck out of the way. I move to jump toward the bed, but Nikolai wraps an arm around my waist and lifts me off the floor before I can get away.
“So much for being responsible,” I holler.
He chuckles, swatting my ass playfully. “I changed my mind.”
A laugh rumbles through my chest. “Put me down!”
“If you say so,” he says, promptly dropping me onto his bed. He flips me onto my back and crawls over me, his facing hanging a few inches above mine. “Hi,” he murmurs.
“See, this is why we can’t sleep naked. I’m wearing clothing right now, and you’re still being an animal.”
His eyes glimmer with heat. “Perhaps it might help if you weren’t wearingmyclothing, Skylar.”
I press my lips together, dropping my gaze. Bad idea. The evidence of how much me wearing his clothing affects him is very clear. Hard, actually.
Oh, fuck.
He lifts one hand to my face, trailing his fingers along my jaw, then gently taps my temple. “What’s going on in here?”
I blow out a breath. “I so badly want to lie right now,” I admit with a bit of a laugh.
He returns the sound. “Why’s that? Because you’re thinking of how much you want me?”
My gaze slams into his. “You wish,” I grumble.
“You’re damn right I do.”
His easy admission makes my chest feel tight. Why is this so simple for him?Maybe his romantic past isn’t as fucked up as yours, a cruel voice croons at me. I shove it away.
“Okay,” I say on an exhale.
His eyes search mine. “Okay?” he questions.
“We can fuck,” I answer.
He frowns, and then pushes himself away, falling on his back beside me on the bed.
“What the hell was that?”
He rests his hands behind his head, staring at the ceiling. “You’re being so cold,” he says flatly.
