Page 101 of Toxic Temptation
“Good.” His lips brush my ear. “I could lick you. Taste you. Crush you. Own you. I could make you feel things you’ve never felt before. I could do all of that…”
Then he steps back, putting three feet of cold air between us. A wicked smile spreads across his face.
“… But I won’t.”
The sudden absence of his heat is the worst pain I’ve ever felt. All that desperate need crashes into nothing, and it’s agony.
He tips his head in a mock bow. “Have a good night, Doctor.”
Then he walks away, leaving me shaking and furious and aching for something I’ll have to beg for if I ever want to get it.
33
KOVAN
ONE WEEK LATER
“Stop checking the time,” I tell her.
Vesper’s sigh is melodramatic in the extreme. “How did we end up at your place again tonight?” she asks. “I need to get home if I want any sleep before my shift.”
“Just spend the night here. I’ll have Pavel drive you tomorrow.”
She’s kneading her thigh so hard I’m surprised she hasn’t left bruises. The nervous energy radiating off her is impossible to ignore. “I’m not moving in with you, Kovan.”
“I didn’t ask you to. I merely suggested you spend the night.”
“IfI do eventually stay—and that’s a big if—I want my own room.”
Every instinct screams at me to deny her request. But after what happened last week, maybe distance is exactly what we both need.
The punishment in the kitchen was supposed to be for her. Instead, I’ve spent seven days walking around like a manpossessed. That night, I took the coldest shower of my life and still ended up fisting my cock until my knuckles were raw. The release, when it finally came, felt hollow. Empty. Nothing like what I know it would feel like buried inside her.
Every interaction since has been torture. The way she moves. The way she breathes. The way she exists in my space like she belongs there.
Or the way she looks right now. She’s wearing shorts that should be illegal and a white tank top that clings to every curve. I’ve never seen this outfit before, which makes me think she wore it specifically to drive me insane.
Mission fucking accomplished.
“Fine,” I force out. “The room next to mine.”
She grins. “Glad we could come to an agreement.”
She pushes off the bean bag and walks to the French doors, stretching in a way that exposes the strip of skin between her shorts and shirt. Golden hair cascades down her back in waves that make my fingers itch to touch.
I want to fist that hair. Bend her over. Push her to her knees and make her?—
I cut the thought off before it can fully form. Going down that road leads nowhere good. I’ll only end up with an erection I can’t do anything about and a gnawing in my gut that no amount of distractions will appease.
“Waylen and Luka get on like a house on fire, huh?” She glances over her shoulder with a look that’s pure triumph.
The way she’s twisted around gives me a perfect view of everything the tank top is barely containing. Her nipples are visible through the thin fabric of her bra, and I have to shift to hide what that sight does to me.
“What?”
She knows exactly what’s distracting me. The little smirk playing at her lips gives her away. “Waylen and Luka. They’re like best friends already.”
I adjust my position again, grateful for the throw pillow suddenly in my lap. “Your brother’s methods are… unconventional.”
