Page 54 of Slow Burn

His navy eyes dragged down her body. “What do you want me to do?” His voice rasped, and damn if his tone didn’t give her goose bumps.

With the ball in her court, her options were endless.

Did she want a repeat performance of last week? Without a doubt.

But did she also want him to sweat it out? One hundred percent.

“I want answers.”

Elijah cocked his head to the side. “What the hell does that mean?”

Good question. She was making this up on the fly.

“I’m going to ask you questions, and if you don’t bullshit your answer, I’ll take off a piece of clothing.” The end was to have sex. She wanted him again, and it was obvious he wanted her too. “The same deal goes for you.”

Elijah grinned like the Cheshire Cat, still standing at the edge of the bed. “I’ll start. What positions do you want me to fuck you in tonight?”

She blushed. Openly talking about sex was new to her. “You can pick. I’m still learning.”

As if he needed to make her squirm any more, he grabbed the back of his shirt with one hand and pulled it off. There he stood, his muscled abs on display with a sprinkling of hair from his belly button down to his jeans. The V on his stomach begging for her to touch him. His body was drool-worthy.

Georgia moved her position on the bed, switching to sit on her knees.

“Why did you kidnap me?” Georgia asked, raising an eyebrow.

Elijah licked his lips. “I was going insane watching you dance with another asshole who doesn’t deserve you.”

She rejected his answer with a head shake. “That answer isn’t good enough for me to take anything off.”

He crossed his arms, showcasing his strong biceps. “Fine. I was jealous,” he gritted the word out.

With a smirk, she took off her sandals.

“Did you want me to fuck you the first night we met?” Preemptively, he started to kick his shoes off.

“Hey! I didn’t answer yet.”

He flashed his devil-may-care grin. “I’m a bit more liberal with accepting your responses.”

“You just want to get naked.”

He hunched over to take off his socks, then stood back up, tossing the socks behind him. “No, Peach. I want to get you naked. Now answer my question.”

“I was attracted to you,” she admitted. “And I thought about it, but then you went from a prince to a toad rather quickly.”

“I’ll never be your prince.”

She rolled her eyes. “I’m aware. Why won’t you be in a relationship?”

Elijah stilled as if this question was too deep.

“You don’t need to give me a dissertation,” she added to make him more comfortable.

“Fine. My schedule is difficult for a partner to get used to.”

A crap answer, in her opinion. She focused on surveying his room since his response bored her.

“If I tell you this, you can’t ask me anything else about it, okay?”