“You want me to sleep on the floor?”
“No.”
“Well, then.”
She stared at him. Her fingers were still wet from her arousal. Her clitoris still throbbed, her head still pounded. She felt like he could see straight through her and worried he knew exactly what she’d been doing.
Worse, the arousal hadn’t left despite the inconvenient interruption. It was still there, pulsing like a heartbeat between her thighs. And she couldn’t stop the sound of Raum’s voice, rough from sleep, reminding her of the words he’d spoken in the dream.I want to grant your every desire.
“Go back to sleep, Sunshine.”
Mumbled in his rough voice, the words seemed intimate. Something one lover might say to another. It was too close to the dream, too close to tempting the mind-fogging desire still hot in her blood.
“This is… I should not sleep in a bed with you.”
Raum rolled over to his side, facing her, but his eyes were closed now. He wasn’t wearing a shirt, she realized.Whywasn’t he wearing a shirt? “I won’t tell if you don’t. Or sleep on the floor if you want.” His words got progressively more slurred as he sank back into sleep.
He was right. She was overthinking this. He didn’t know she’d just had a frighteningly vivid erotic dream about him, so of course he’d think there was nothing wrong with them sharing a bed. And maybe, if she was silent and let him fall asleep again, she could finish what she started with her fingers—
No, she could not engage in such an act while lying beside him. She shouldn’t even be entertaining the idea.
Slowly, she lowered herself back to the pillow and lay on her back, eyes wide open as she stared at the ceiling. The dream repeated on a loop through her mind.
“Relax,” Raum mumbled. “You’re so tense, it’s making the bed shake.”
“I’m trying. But it’s a little hard with—”
He leaned in suddenly, far too close. When she dared to glance at him, his eyes were open and inches from her face. He was frowning.
Her heart gave a particularly violent jolt, and the wetness between her thighs made itself even more apparent. She’d never felt so exposed in her life, and she could only pray he didn’t discover her secret.
“You smell like…” He reached over and snatched her hand. The right one, the one that had been between her legs.
Before she grasped his intent, he brought it to his nose. She yanked to free it from his grip, but it was too late. She saw his eyes flare. Mortification suffused her, and she sat up again, eager to escape.
The damned demon grabbed her by the waist and pinned her back down on the bed. Had she enjoyed his domineering ways in the dream? Because she wasn’t now.
“What are you doing?” she demanded, trying to sound furious and not overwhelmed.
He held her down with only one hand, and a part of her knew she could escape if she really wanted. “My sense of smell’s not that good compared to some, but I know what I just scented on your fingers.”
Denial rose in her throat. Lies bounced around her brain, and she searched for one that would be most believable.
In the end, her pride won out. It wasn’t about extricating herself from the situation anymore, it was about regaining the upper hand.
Still, she surprised herself when she said, “It’s not for you.”
His eyes darkened into molten pits. Anger or arousal, she couldn’t tell. “Not for me, huh?”
“No,” she said haughtily, but her chest heaved with breath.
“Who’s it for then? Another demon you met today? Or some pretty angel boy who can’t even get it up?”
She bit her tongue, refusing to rise to the bait. But she couldn’t pull her gaze away from his even when she tried.
“Did you kiss someone else I don’t know about, Sunshine?” His tone was mocking. “Do you make a habit of kissing random men to manipulate them—”
“I haven’t kissed anyone!” she snapped, her temper getting the best of her.
