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“We’re… talking,” I say nervously. Thad thinks she’s annoying, but she’s also more aggressive than I am. What if he eventually gets tired of my much slower pace?
We literally spent the better part of the day just talking. Occasionally he’d kiss me, but he was trying to be good and patient. I still feel like I know nothing about him.
“Hmm,” she says more to herself than me. I don’t miss the flash of envy in her eyes, and I don’t blame her for having it.
Suddenly, the doorbell rings, and I glance at the clock. Jenny tosses a blanket over all the weapons and weird books, hiding them from sight because that shit is embarrassing. It’s only eight, so it can’t be—
The door opens, and in walks Thad without waiting to be asked in. Jenny sucks in a breath, and I’m fairly sure I lick my lips.
His blonde hair is sexily tousled. His T-shirt says something about spawn and life… no idea. It’s hard to focus on the words of it when it’s stretching across his muscles the way it is. His jeans fit him in a way that shouldn’t be legal, and his eyes are intensely trained on me. He almost looks irritated.
“Come on. I need you at my house,” he says, confusing me.
I start to speak, but he grabs me at my waist, surprising me, and starts guiding me out. I’m barefoot, but I don’t protest as he leads me away.
Just as I start to speak, he spins me and lifts me until my face is level with his, and his lips attack mine. I moan when his tongue slips between my lips, seeking, searching, and obliterating me.
My hands go to his hair as my legs wrap around his waist, and he growls low in his throat when his hands slide around to hold my ass. He blindly carries me into his house, and in no time, I’m on his bed with him between my legs.
Slow down.
Just when I decide to break the kiss, he pulls back, taking the decision out of my hands as he stares down at me with narrowed, somewhat curious eyes. Then he stands up and… drops his pants. Oh damn.
His boxers are tented, reminding me just how big that thing is.
“What…wh-what are you doing?” I stammer, sounding like an idiot again.
He continues studying me as he climbs in bed beside me, and my breath catches in my throat as he tugs me to lie on top of him. For some reason, he keeps his shirt on.
“I can’t sleep, and I need to sleep at least a little. I keep worrying about where you are. Now you’re in my house, so I don’t have to worry about it.”
I’m torn between grinning and furrowing my brow in confusion. I think I do both.
“Why are you worried about where I am? I was just next door.”
?
?Not good enough,” he says around a yawn, pulling me tighter against him.
My body shifts so that one leg is across his waist, my side is on the bed, and my front is very firmly pressed against his side as he lies flat on his back. He has one arm around me, holding me possessively, and his other hand is splayed across my bare leg, making me hate and love these short shorts right now.
My head nestles against his shoulder, and my hand that isn’t lost between us is gently drawing patterns on his chest as though it’s the most natural thing in the world.
“Are you okay?” I ask, a little concerned by his weird actions.
“No. I’m not. You’re all kinds of in my head. I’m better now that you’re here. Don’t leave. I seriously need just a little sleep,” he says, yawning again.
I thought he was working until later, but I don’t complain as I get comfortable against him. This should freak me out a little, but the weird part of me loves it.
Within minutes, his breaths are even, and he’s sleeping peacefully, as though all is right with the world. I can’t help but smile as I snuggle in closer, brushing my lips against his shirt and wishing it wasn’t on.
The more I edge up on his shoulder, the sweeter he seems to smell. It almost makes me hungry. At the same time, another type of hunger stirs deep inside me, causing my center to actually heat and throb.
The sweet smell cascades through me, pleasurable and teasing in scent. My mouth waters as the scent grows stronger, and I shift again as more desire stirs. I don’t know what that smell is, but it’s driving me crazy. It’s almost like honey laced in pheromones, even though that sounds completely ridiculous.
His grip on me tightens, as though he’s subconsciously hanging on to me in his sleep, and I don’t stop the small sigh of contentment that passes through my lips. I shut my eyes, hoping I can block out the strange scent that seems to be growing stronger. I’ll ask him what it is whenever he wakes up.
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