“I knew Carver loved you, and I was too much of an asshole to let his feelings for you get in the way of how attracted I was to you.”
A small smile pulls at her lips. She’s playing with me now, and I’ve never been more ready for a game. “None of that stuff proves anything. It’s just words. Words I could be thinking to try to make myself feel better.”
Fuck it. Actions speak louder than words, is that what we’re saying? Roughly, I pull at the back of my shirt until it slides up my abdomen. I toss it to the dark floor with my gaze trained on her pretty features.
“What are you doing?”
“I’m your hallucination. You tell me, Vi.”
“I’ve stared at you shirtless more times than I’d like to confess. I could easily entertain myself with the memory of your hard abs,Nollix.”
My hard abs?
I wish she’d speak her mind like this all the time.
“So you’re saying you have my body ingrained into your memory?”
Her gaze rakes down the lines of my stomach. “Every inch.” She nods appreciatively, and my dick hardens just from the heated look in her eyes.
“Every inch?” The smooth button of my jeans meets my fingertips, and she shifts where she’s standing. Her thighs press together in a telling way.
“I’ve seen a cock before. I can just make all of this up as I go.” Her words make me halt in my tracks.
She’s seen a cock before?
“Who’s fucking cock have you seen?” My hands linger against my zipper while irrational jealousy slams through me.
“I think we’re getting a little off topic here. Either reveal the dick or don’t. I’ve got another sleepless night I need to get to.” She bites the inside of her lip as she stares hard and expectantly at the bulge in my jeans.
Was it Carver? Did she and Carver have more of a relationship than I knew?
No, if they had more than what meets the eye, he would have confessed his undying love for her years ago.
“So...” Her gaze darts from my eyes to my dick and then back again.
“You’re kind of just starting to treat me like a piece of meat now... It’s a little insulting.”
It’s not insulting. It’s hot as fuck.
“Well, you’re my hallucination. If I want to see dick, I think I will.” Once more, her eyes do a dance between my gaze and my cock.
Deep down, I wish she’d always say what’s right on the tip of her tongue like this.
“If I show you my junk, you’re just going to compare it to whoever’s dick you’ve already seen. Even though you and I both know it will be much, much bigger than you ‘remember.’” My gaze travels down the curve of her hips. The small triangle of white fabric she’s calling underwear holds all of my attention.
“Did he touch you?”
I take two stalking steps until only a few inches of space separate us. I miss being near her. Really being near her. Holding her while I’m in this weird in-between form is the most I’ve ever touched her, and it only makes me want to feel that full skin-on-skin contact even more. I want every inch of her pressed against me. I’m a shit person for wanting that when I know she could have Carver. He would be good to her. And yet, I can’t bring myself to stop trying to get closer to her.
I just can’t help it.
Her thighs shift again as she stares up at me. On slow steps, she retreats from me as I step forward, stalking up to her until her back hits the wall.
“Kind of.” Her voice is quiet, sexy, and unsure.
My dick twitches just from the sound of her rasping tone.
“Kind of? He either did or he didn’t.” My fingers skim against her soft, smooth skin until my fingertips are pushing against her abdomen.
