Page 49 of Conquering the King of Storms

His body stilled, his hands in his hair and that bare, glorious ass just staring at me.

Fuck, I wanted to grab it.

Why had my drugged-up self not considered doing that?

“You don’t need to try to flatter me,” he finally said, as he finished washing the shampoo suds out of his hair.

In the Aboa, I would’ve recoiled at his words, because it sounded like he didn’t believe me.

But now I knew he was a little awkward, and wasn’t really sure how to talk to me. Probably wasn’t even sure what to think of me, either.

“Have you ever heard me compliment one of the other girls?” I asked him, instead.

He considered it.

“Dove, sure. I say things to make her smile, sometimes. I’m not as good at it as you or the other kings, but I try to be. I don’t make up shit to flatter people, though. Even if I did, why would I bother doing that with you? You’re already focused on trying to take care of me, even if we disagree about your methods sometimes.”

There was a long pause.

I didn’t interrupt him. He had said he liked to think things through, so I needed to give him time to decide how he felt about what I said. He wasn’t stupid; he was thorough.

Too thorough, probably, but there were far worse things a person could be.

“I’m glad to know that you find me attractive,” he finally said, his voice low.

Shit, I had to know if he was hard.

My eyes were practically glued to the man as he turned around, reaching for the conditioner. They slid quickly down his bare chest and chiseled abdomen, which I was already really damn familiar with, and halted on his erection.

Fuck.

Just… fuck.

I think I stopped breathing for a second.

He was fucking gorgeous.

His eyes were locked on me, and mine were on his erection.

Yeah, definitely hard. No doubt about that one.

Hard, with a capital HARD.

“You’re still staring at me, Lainen.” His voice was rougher than it had been a moment ago.

“You’re still the sexiest man I’ve ever seen,” I breathed. “Want me to look away?”

“Fuck, no.” His harsh words only made me hornier.

“Touch yourself,” I blurted, lifting my eyes to his for a moment. “I want to watch.”

His eyes widened fractionally. “Sway.”

“Sirus.”

“You can barely stand right now.” He gestured toward me, though his movements were jerky.

“I can sit down.”

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