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His gaze locked onto where he’d sucked just as he smirked. “I don’t think I’ve ever wanted to mark a girl before. In fact, I was always happy if they forgot about me the moment we were done, so leaving them with a memento never even occurred to me. You, though? I like the idea of you wearing my mark as someone else fucks you. I wonder why that is…” He whispered the last part as though he wasn’t entirely sure, either.
“Because you’re a pervert,” I offered.
Vance stepped backward with a soft chuckle. “Well, it’s hard to deny that. I think I like pervert better than man-whore.”
“You’re that, too.”
“I used to be that, maybe, but since you’ve come along?” He shrugged. “I haven’t had anyone else, so does that title even fit anymore?”
His words made me pause, looking up and into his eyes to judge if he meant it. I thought back at all the times he’d left, when I’d figured that he’d been out with women.
He sighed as though not surprised by my reaction. “Is it reallythathard to believe?”
“A little,” I admitted. “Where have you gone at night, then?”
“I have a life still, you know? Even if I haven’t done any new work in a few years, I still have backlogs of work, exhibits, interviews, meetings with my manager.” He frowned. “You really thought I was out with other women?”
“It wouldn’t be that big a shock, would it?”
“I guess I deserve that. You were at least my fake girlfriend, though. Would I risk that for a fling?”
“You can be discreet when needed.”
“You have too little faith in me. Still, if you thought that, why didn’t you push me away more?”
“Because I thought some of your time was better than none of it.”
He shook his head. “You don’t give yourself enough credit, Kenz. You deserve a hell of a lot more than just a little of someone’s time, and if anyone doesn’t get that, they don’t deserve any of yours.”
“Thanks for the pep talk.” Unable to help it, my gaze moved down again, drawn by his damp skin, by the way his nipples had tightened after he’d left the heat of the shower, down to the damn towel that kept the rest from me.
“You want to see?” he asked in a whisper. “Well, if you want to see more, you’re going to have to make the move.” He moved his hands out as though offering me the chance.
And despite my nerves, despite my hesitation, I knew I couldn’t resist. Before all my doubts could gain a foothold, my hands moved as though working on their own.
The muscles of his lower stomach twitched beneath the pad of my finger as I traced the line of his towel. He groaned, the sound deep and desperate and lacking any sense of control. It should have made me nervous, having a man so much larger and stronger and hungry making a sound like that, but it didn’t.
It made me feel wanted, something I desperately craved.
I tucked my finger beneath the edge of the towel, then pulled to untuck it. The fabric floated away, falling to the ground without Vance attempting to stop it.
Which made me damn jealous of men. Why was it that they didn’t have the same hang-ups over nudity as women were trained to have?
Then again, look at him. He has no reason to be uncomfortable.
Every last bit of him was perfect. ThatVof muscles dipped down toward his groin, with light hair trailing from his belly button to his pelvis. It wasn’t a lot, not that thick, and against his pale skin it was hard to even notice. His muscles all stood out, as though tensed, and the urge to bite into them took over me.
I wanted to feel them twitch at my touch, to feel as they shifted beneath his flawless skin, to leave marks of my own. I recalled how it had felt when Tor had pushed his cock past my lips, and I wanted the same again. I wanted to lick his hip bones, to wrap my hand around his shaft, to claim all of him in a way that made him feel like mine.
“You expect me to stay unaffected when you look at me likethat?” Vance said, his voice having dropped lower and deeper. It had lost some of that playful edge to it from before, betraying his true feelings.
And that excited me more than anything else, that he wasn’t just playing a game with me, that he seemed as ravenous as I felt.
I placed my palm on his chest, my hand flat and my fingers spread out. His heart beat hard and fast, and it drew me closer. I leaned against him, the feeling of him naked while I was dressed odd. It seemed like a reversal from usual, when I always felt as though I were in an inferior position.
“What’s got you so worried?” Vance asked, trailing his fingers against my side, slipping them beneath the fabric of my top to touch my heated skin directly.
“I feel like I’m in control because you’re naked and I’m not,” I admitted.
