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Fire flashed deep in her eyes. Her temper was close to the surface. I hadn’t seen it yet. She was so sweet that anger was a rare emotion for her to show. But it looked explosive. “I want an exact number.”
“Do you want it in months, weeks, days, or hours?”
“Vaughn.”
“If you really need the number, I can give you down to the minutes and seconds too.”
She shoved at my chest.
I tensed, ready for her to jump out of bed, but when she didn’t, I was able to take a breath to somewhat calm myself. She wouldn’t get far if she tried to run from me. I would chase her. Tie her to my bed. Fuck, I would take her to the safe house I owned in Scotland that no one knew about. I could keep her well-fucked and well-fed until she loved me as much as I loved her.
But she didn’t even lift her leg, other than to readjust. “I’m not joking around. Tell me the truth. How long have you been…been…”
“Obsessed with you?” I supplied when she struggled to find the right words. “Stalking you? Climbing into bed with you late at night because I couldn’t fucking breathe from the pain of not holding you?”
“Yes,” she whispered, sounding dazed.
“Which one, wildfire?”
Her head tilted back as she considered me for a long moment. “Is there any difference in the answers to those questions?”
“Maybe a few hours between when the obsession and the stalking began,” I told her honestly. “The first time I climbed into bed with you was a bit later.”
“You waited until you saw I had that whole sleep thing going on, didn’t you?” she accused unhappily. “You knew I would think it was a dream.”
“Yes,” I confessed.
“Asshole!” She rolled away from me and got to her feet.
Still wearing her shirt and bra, but naked from the waist down, she slapped her hands on her hips, pacing beside the bed while my come dripped down her legs. Fucking hell. She was trying to give me a stroke with how hot she was, and I had zero doubts that she didn’t even realize it.
“I thought I was losing my mind,” Abi growled as she paced. “Every morning, I woke up thinking I could still smell you on my pillows. The sensation of your arms around me would linger like a freaking ghost for hours. Why did you do that?”
She gasped and turned to face me. “Is it because you’re my professor? We’re going to get in so much trouble for being together.”
Before I could assure her that wasn’t a problem, or tell her that I wasn’t actually her professor, she started pacing again. I couldn’t stop glancing at her thighs, the way they glistened with a mixture of our fluids. Fuck, she was sexy with her ass on full display and her nose scrunched up as she glared at me. But goddamn it, I’d put that come inside her, and now it was spread over her skin, along with traces of blood. Proof I’d taken her innocence.
My cock was rock hard from just watching her.
“It doesn’t matter about the professor thing!” she yelled, switching gears in what she was upset about. “You kept yourself from me for months! You knew I was developing feelings for you, but you just let me think it was a dream.”
Swinging my legs over the side of the bed, I watched her for another few turns, letting her get out some of her aggression. She was adorable when she was pissed. I’d been worried she would explode into a tantrum, hating me for everything. But instead, she seemed more pouty than angry.
Catching her by the waist, I dragged her down onto my lap, then quickly readjusted us so my cock wasn’t trying to split her ass cheeks apart. Her displeased huff made me fight back a smile, unsure if she was unhappy about me stopping her from pacing, or that I’d moved my dick so it wasn’t pressed against her, demanding readmission into her body.
Tipping up her chin, I kissed the tip of her nose. “Tell me exactly what you are the angriest about. I will fix that first, and we can go from there.”
“You’re an asshole.”
“One hundred percent agree.” I could work with her thinking I was an asshole. If she ever found out I was a killer, a monster, and a psychopath, then I would have to worry about how to keep her. “I’ll try harder not to be. But chances are high that I can’t control that issue with anyone other than you.”
“Fair. My dad is a dick a lot of the time to everyone but immediate family. My mom has threatened to shank him more than once.” Her brow furrowed. If she was aiming for a scowl, she missed the mark. But fuck, she was so damn pretty when she was trying to look stern. “I don’t want to shank you, but I will because I’m not going to put up with continuous bad behavior.”
“Noted, but I promise to keep a few sharp objects within reach for you at all times, just in case I forget.”
“I’m being serious!” she chided, the scowl deepening.
“So am I. What’s the next biggest thing you’re angry with me about?”
