Page 81 of Creep

“I’m not uneasy,” I replied. “And if I seem like it to you, it’s because you’re here.”

“Me?” he asked, having the gall to actually sound confused.

I twisted around and pointed a finger at his chest. “Yes, you.”

He kept his arms around me. That little detail shouldn’t matter, but fuck, it did, only because it was what I couldn’t help but focus on.

His hand had moved to my side, his thumb nearly touching the bottom swell of my breast. Arousal pushed sharply at me, and I shook my head. How could I feel this way about him?

I had Mael.

Mael, Mael, Mael.

So what the fuck was wrong with me?

“You need to let go,” I said, trying to pull away. He didn’t budge. Of course he didn’t. He hadn’t been big on personal boundaries before, so why would he start now?

“Why?” he asked, his voice gruff.

I closed my eyes. He almost sounded like Mael when he spoke like that.

“Because you’re messing with my mind,” I said, pushing at his chest.

He moved in even closer to me. “How so?”

I shook my head, unable to answer him.

“Let go.”

He didn’t say anything for a beat. I could feel his eyes on me, his gaze hot and intruding.

“Why?” he asked again, but the tone of his voice had changed, and a part of me was afraid it changed because he knew what the answer was.

I shook my head and took a step back. He followed.

I stopped when the back of my knees hit the bed. I looked back at it, then at him.

“You…can’t.”

“Can’t, what?” he asked, lowering his voice to a seductive whisper.

His hand moved a little, his thumb brushing up against my breast. I gasped.

“Tell me, Lia. What is it that I can’t do?”

I shook my head, a choked sound coming out of my lips.

“Touch you?”

His touch grew brave, and the thumb caressing me wasn’t something I could put off as an accidental touch—it was something else.

I whimpered when I felt his fingers on my nipples over my shirt.

“No.”

“No?” he asked darkly. “Say it like you mean it.”

He toyed with the hardened tips, making it hard to breathe. What was happening to me?

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