I was sure he could feel the way they pebbled from his touch. I blushed just thinking about it.
My embarrassment seemed to be the one thing that got me back to reality. To the situation I was in.
My eyes widened, and I moved my hands in between us to shove him off. It took three times before he even realized what I was trying to do.
Slowly, he got off of me, his eyes staying on mine.
My cheeks flamed, and I looked away from him, sitting up.
“Ah, baby. You don’t have to be embarrassed.”
I used to love it when he called me ‘baby.’ As if staking a claim on me. I had never been someone’s ‘baby’ before, and I liked that I was his. Liked the dark possessiveness in his voice as he said it.
What a fucking fool.
I made a small protesting noise. It was easy for him to say it. He didn’t lose control with his captor. He didn’tcravehis captor.
I closed my eyes and turned away.
He touched my shoulder. I pushed him off and slid over to the edge of the bed.
He followed, his heat radiating off him and covering my back, though he didn’t touch me again.
I didn’t know if I should be thankful for that or not.
I wished he would just leave me alone so I could think.
I could still feel the effects of what had just happened.
The skin on the inside of my thighs tingled. I shifted a little on the bed.
“Now what?” I croaked out.
He didn’t say anything for a moment. I felt his heat on my back, and I resisted the urge to move closer to him. “Now? We get ready for bed.”
“And then?”
“We sleep.”
I let out a deep breath I was holding.
The anger I felt earlier was back, giving me the courage to look at him. I leveled a glare at him. “What happens tomorrow? Are you going to let me go?”
“Do you want me to let you go?”
“Yes,” I gritted out.
He smiled. I ignored how beautiful he looked with a smile on his stupid face.
He climbed off the bed and stood in front of me. I directed my gaze on his middle, taking in the tight black shirt he wore and the flat of his stomach that looked—was—hard to touch. He tucked a strand of my hair behind my ear. “Liar,” he said softly before making his way to the bathroom.
I could only stare after him, not knowing what the fuck was going on.
“What the hell?” I muttered.
He heard me, though, because his chuckle was the last thing I heard before he closed the door behind him.
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