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“Laith.”
“Trust me, Science Barbie, I want to give you all the pleasure you’ve missed with human men.” I brushed hair away from her face, entranced by her sparkling blue eyes. “But I want to take care of you properly first.”
She tilted her hips, increasing the friction on my very hopeful erection. “So what are you waiting for?”
My fangs nearly stabbed into my lip. “Fucking Temkra, you’re wicked.”
“I want you.” She kissed the racing pulse in my neck with eerie accuracy for a human. “I want to do more than just kiss.”
“So do I. Just, hmm…” I couldn’t think straight. The way she wrapped around me, the needy little whine in her voice, and her kisses peppering my neck were too much. Too distracting. Fuck me, how could I say no to her anyway?
Out of nowhere, she abruptly jerked back. “Wait. I have an idea.”
I was instantly suspicious. “What?”
Her expression was a mixture of shyness and coy suggestion as she untangled from me, putting a foot of distance between us.
“What if I watched you like how you watched me?”
An image popped into my head; one I wasn’t supposed to see. Heather in her bed, her head thrown back and back arched, hands working between her legs.
My body became doused in heat at the realization, erection aching in my pants. “You want to watch me…?” I stared at Heather, needing her confirmation.
“Yes.” Her teeth sank into her bottom lip. “I want to watch you touch yourself.”
Chapter 23
Heather
Ididn’t know how Laith would react. He became eerily still but didn’t look shocked. He seemed more curious.
“You’d like that?” His voice took on a low huskiness, a smirk playing at his lips. “Or is this about getting even for when I saw you?”
My chest felt tight, my breaths coming in short. “It’s not. I accept your apology for that and I’m ready to put it behind me.”
Laith moved slowly, lithe like a panther as he sat up against the headboard. “So you just want to see me?” His hand moved over the front of his sweat pants, palming the thick ridge there. “You want to see how hard you make me?”
He’d barely done anything and my breath was already stuttering. I could partially blame it on my blood loss, but I knew that wasn’t the real reason.
“Will you take off your shirt first?”
An eyebrow lifted. “Oh, you’re going to be bossy about this, are you?” He leaned forward, reaching behind him to pull his T-shirt over his head.
Oh, he was into this. And so was I. A lot more than I thought I would be.
As the T-shirt lifted away, I saw wisps of dark golden hair on his stomach. Inch by inch, he slowly revealed pale skin and taut muscles. Long arms with rounded shoulders. Well-defined pectorals, obliques, and a flat stomach. There was scarring on the left side of his chest, raised tissue that looked intentionally done. That was interesting, but my attention seemed unable to focus on just one singular thing.
“Do you like being told what to do?” I asked, drinking in the long lines of his bare torso.
“Only when it’s you.” Laith inched his pants lower, exposing more of his hips and lower stomach. “I want to please you above all else, even if I’m touching myself. So tell me exactly what you want, Heather, and I’ll give you something worth watching.”
How could my heart be beating so fast if I was sitting still? The tension in the room felt solid, like a tightly wound string between us. Laith waited patiently, his eyes on me while his hands smoothed up and down his thighs. He seemed almost…nervous. A little self-conscious maybe, despite being objectively gorgeous and clearly experienced.
Laith had proven that I could trust him. Now it was my turn to show that he could trust me.
“Take your pants off slowly,” I said. “And don’t stop looking at me.”
He inched the sweatpants lower down his thighs, his gaze warm and appreciating. “As if I could ever take my eyes off of you.”
