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Just as I knew no matter how good his body would feel beside me, especially right now, going near him with nothing but a towel for armor wasn’t wise.
His eyes perused me from my feet to my head as if he had x-ray vision, burning through the fabric. By the time he was done with his thorough examination, I could feel the red in my cheeks, causing his grin to grow wider.
“You’re picturing it, aren’t you?”
I furrowed my brows, not following him. “Picturing what?”
“My dick destroying every fuckable hole on your body.”
Now I am.
“No…” I heaved an exasperated sigh. “You are something else, Zane.”
He clicked his teeth at me in mock disappointment. “Addy, aren’t you in enough trouble already from that lie you this morning?”
Trouble? I quirked a brow. “Does this behavior work with most women? Or is this a specialty reserved just for me?”
“Most offer me their pussy like it’s a rare delectable; never seeming to realize ten other bitches have walls and a clit just like they do.”
I hid a laugh behind my hand; the sound rattled inside my hollow chest. “So then why do you want this one?”
“Because its mine?” He blinked at me as if I were a late bloomer in the thinking department. “You’re not bitches. You’re my princess.”
Aw, that was sort of sweet.
He patted the bed beside him again.
“We don’t have time for this.”
“You’re right. We don’t have time for what I have in mind, but we do have time for something...else.”
I had a good idea what this else would involve.
“Not leaving till sundown,” he added, pulling a lighter from his pocket.
“Screw it,” I mumbled, walking across the room. Zane and I were grown; I knew I had nothing he hadn’t seen before. This was the logic I came up with to make me think nothing would happen between us.
It was bullshit. He couldn’t look at me without my mind going to all the places it shouldn’t. We were meant to be rivals, enemies—debauched royalty of opposing empires. Yet, every thought I had of him was lecherous.
I kept one hand tightly clasped around the top of the towel as I climbed up onto the bed. His torso on open display I got a clearer picture of the shaded tattoos all over him.
“What’s your favorite color?” he asked as soon as I was positioned beside him, offering me the joint he’d just sparked.
“Red, why? What’s yours?” I questioned, taking the joint from his hand and bringing it to my lips.
“Black.” He slid closer to me so that our arms were touching, and I was tempted to snuggle into his warmth.
After expelling a breath of smoke away from his direction, I passed his joint back and nodded. “That’s fitting.”
“Favorite food?” He placed a hand on my thigh, just below the hem of my towel.
“Scrambled eggs.” I laughed lightly. “Is this twenty-one questions?”
“I was going for fifty, actually.”
“Why?”
He let his ash drop off onto the floor with a shrug.
