CHAPTER 11
This was definitely a mistake.
Skye shifted, trying to find a comfortable position. Of course, the whole bedwas comfortable, ridiculously so, but she had not imagined that having another person in her bed would be so… so…much.
Was Evander asleep? About ten or fifteen minutes had passed since they slumped into bed together, and so far, he had not moved, except to shift onto his side a few minutes ago.
His breathing was smooth and even, but perhaps not deep enough to imply sleep. Her breathing, on the other hand, was quick and ragged. When he had rolled onto his side, he had moved close enough to almost press himself against her back.
Almost.
When he breathed deeply, his chest brushed her shoulders. She could feel the firmness of the muscles beneath his shirt. Heat radiated from his body, pricklingly warm. One shift of his arm, and he could drape it over her waist.
He did no such thing, of course. In fact, he didn’t touch her at all. And yet the inch of space between them felt super-heated, crackling with potential.
Nae potential,she scolded herself, clenching her jaw.What are ye talking about?
She shifted, trying in vain to find a comfortable position. Her heart fluttered in her chest like a bird trying to escape a cage. Her gut seemed to clench and roil, a tingling spreading up through her torso.
The sensation was… unusual. Any tension in her gut would usually be indigestion or the side effects of eating something bad. This feeling was entirely different. There was a sort of anticipatory tingle about it, an itch that refused to go away. The tingling spread, even inching toward the apex of her thighs, pulsing curiously there.
Thatwas new.
Tightening her jaw, Skye pressed her thighs together, hoping that the sensation would ebb.
It didn’t.
Behind her, Evander shifted, his chest brushing against her back. The touch radiated through her body, and she flinched.
This isnae good.
“Are ye asleep?” she whispered, the words spilling out of her lips as though they’d come from someone else.
Evander gave a quiet exhale. “Nay, I am nae.”
“Good.” She abruptly shifted onto her back. The soft pillow gave way under her, nearly obscuring her view of him.
With the candle blown out, she could barely see him. A crack of silvery moonlight slipped through a gap in the curtains, falling across his face. She could see one of his eyes, fixed unblinking on her.
“Nae asleep yerself?” he murmured, his voice a thoughtful burr in his throat.
“Nay, I am nae. And do ye ken why? Because I am thinking of what ye said earlier.”
“And what did I say earlier?”
“That I wouldbegfor ye. Do ye truly believe that is the sort of woman I am? That I’d beg for any man?”
He blinked, and for a moment, she thought she saw surprise on his face.
He didnae think that was what I was going to say. What did he think I was going to say?
“It was just an off-hand comment, lass,” he responded, amused.
“Nay, I daenae think so. Do ye expect me to believe that ye are so used to having lasses on their knees for ye?”
Where were these words coming from?
Skye managed a panicked gulp at the end. Why was she snapping at him? What was wrong with her?
