Page 50 of Conquering the King of Storms

His eyes narrowed at me. “You need to rest.”

“So do you. And I bet it would be prettyhardto sleep like that.” I gestured toward him. “Pun intended.”

A huffed laugh escaped him. “You’re a fucking tornado, woman.”

“Thought I was just a light,swayingbreeze,” I countered, fighting a grin.

“Trees sway. Wind doesn’t.” His gaze was hot, as it slowly slid down to my chest and lingered. The heat faded slightly, and I wondered if he was thinking about the drug. He still seemed to feel really damn guilty about that. “You’re too tired to give me permission for something like this,” he finally said.

I knew it would come back to the damn drug-leaf.

“Permission for what? You don’t have to touch me. I don’t have to watch. There’s nothing in this situation that could hurt or scar me in any way.”

He still didn’t look sure.

But fuck, he looked horny.

“It’s fine if you don’t want to,” I finally drawled, deciding it was time to use every tool I could come up with to make him realize that there was nothingbadabout jerking off in front of me. “I get it. There’s a lot of pressure. It can be hard to perform with someone watching. Pun not intended, that time.”

His nostrils flared, and his eyes darkened. “Are you suggesting that I wouldn’t be able to get off with you watching, Sway?”

Yesss, he got it.

I blinked innocently. “It’s okay, Sirus. I understand. Sex is kind of forbidden here, and that probably puts a lot of pressure on you. Penises can be—” I cut myself off when he stepped up in front of me.

Rightin front of me.

The tip of his erection brushed against my lower belly, and my whole body clenched as it dipped up and down, throbbing at the contact with my skin.

His hand landed on the wall, next to my head. “Penises can be what, Sway?” His voice was low, and I shivered a little at the sexy, demanding tone.

“Difficult,” I whispered.

Fuck, his mouth was so close to mine.

His eyes, too.

Those damn things stared into me like he could see my whole soul.

And now, they looked like they were building with fury.

“How many cocks have you touched?” he growled.

Wow, we had detouredfarfrom the path I wanted to be on. That was a dirty question, in more ways than one.

“I told you I didn’t save myself for marriage, like you guys do,” I reminded him. “If you can’t accept that, you need to walk away now, because I’m not going to apologize for the way I’ve lived my life.

Wind started to whip around us in the shower. “I accept it, but I need an answer.” His voice was nearly a snarl.

I thought it would scare me, but it kind of turned me on. Apparently I trusted him even more than I realized. “Four.”

I had only been with three guys before meeting Steven, so yeah, four was the number.

Sirus’s wind picked up.

Since I was the one to get him all worked up in the first place, and this was probably not the right time or place for thisconversation given how little we had slept, I figured it was my job to make sure he didn’t lose his mind.

“None of them were anywhere near as big as yours. And they sure as fuck weren’t so gorgeous that I couldn’t stop looking at them.” I caught his hand and dragged it to my body, sliding it between my thighs.

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