Images of Kaelion from all my dirty dreams hit me like a ton of bricks. Kae between my legs, his tongue on my clit, a triumphant smile in his eyes. Ilikethat he smelled me. I love it, actually.
“You did?” I say, voice breathy.
“I did,” he confirms, his jaw tight. “And now…now you’re doing it again.”
“Am not,” I blurt out.
“Don’t lie to me, Walker.”
“I’m not lying,” I protest. “I’m not?—”
He reaches up to flick me in the shoulder.
Fuck him.
I instantly curl forward, biting my lip so hard I taste blood as my pussy clenches. I moan under my breath, the soundswallowed up by the chattering guests at the restaurant…but he hears it.
He hears it, sees it, smells it.
I glare at him. “That was a dick move,” I mutter.
“You shouldn’t lie to me,” he says. “We need to make sure you’re healthy. If touch is still making you feel that way?—”
“It’s not just touch,” I interrupt. “It’syou.”
He cocks his head, and I can practically see the alarm bells blaring in his noggin. “Explain.”
“It’s…” I sigh, shaking my head. “I’ve tested it with other people, with objects. But it isn’t…it’s justyou. Nothing else makes it happen. I think it must have something to do with subtle pheromone inputs while I was spasming in the lab, right? I can’t think of any other possibility.”
His eyes shade just a touch darker. “You tested it?” he asks.
“Scientifically,” I rush to add. “I wasn’t—God, I wasn’t sleeping around for data or anything. I just needed to know if…if it was neurological, if it was something reproducible, if there was a pattern.”
“And what was your methodology?” he asks, voice infuriatingly calm. “Your variables?”
I blink at him.
The bastard.
He wants theprotocol.
“Well,” I say with as much dignity as I can muster, “there was exposure to controlled physical stimuli. I ruled out inanimate touch responses. Used baseline comfort objects, then moved on to human contact. Hugging. Holding hands. That sort of thing.”
His brows lift a fraction. “And?”
“Nothing,” I admit. “Not even the faintest spark of arousal. I’m completely normal with any other mundane touch. Then…you touch meonceand I’m ready to black out.”
“And you can orgasm normally with regular stimulus?”
I feel like my eyes are going to pop the fuck out of my head. “Kaelion.”
“Don’t be scandalized,” he mutters. “I watched you orgasm on the floor of my lab three nights ago. This is purely academic.”
I grip the edge of the table to keep from doing something dramatic. Like…lunging to the side and kissing him until his stupid, smug mouth forgets how to be so stupid and smug.
Yeah, I’m not well. Something ishorriblywrong with me.
“Academic,” I echo. “Right.”
