Page 90 of Going Viral for Christmas
“When you wiggle against it, what do you expect?” His voice is rough with sleep. He doesn’t even pretend to be sorry. “Men can’t help it. Especially when you rub up against us with your ass.”
“How long have you been awake?” I demand he confess, spinning in his arms.
“Since the moment you sighed and did that little… arch thing.”
“I didn’t do an arch thing.”
“You did.”
I gape at him. “You’re unbelievable.”
One shoulder of his shrugs, cocky and clearly unfazed. “Hey, don’t blame me. Your ass clearly has a crush on my dick. And full disclosure—he’s into it. He thinks your ass is pretty damn cute too.”
My mouth tumbles open at his crass words.
Soren grin widens. “They’ve got chemistry, Bells. Could be special. Beautiful, even.”
I scramble away from him. Staying a second longer might shatter whatever’s left of my resolve. And I’m too goddamn horny to fight against my walls.
As I near the edge of the bed, I nearly fall off in my haste.
He props himself up on one elbow, eyes dragging over me with zero shame. “I’m just saying… if you ever want to let them explore that connection, I’ve got a rock-hard invitation ready to go.”
Snatching the throw blanket from the footboard, I wrap it around me. “I’m going downstairs.”
“You always run.” His voice is no longer teasing.
I pause at the door. “Excuseme?”
Soren sits up, the sheets pooling at his waist. His eyes lock on me. “Why?”
“Because this is fake.” The words don’t come out as cold as I meant them to. They sound… tired. Broken.
“You kissed me back last night,” his tone is certain. “That’s twicenow.” His legs swing off the bed. He walks to me. Barefoot. Bare-chested.
“I told you to wear a shirt.”
Soren doesn’t even acknowledge that statement, only continues to trudge toward me. “You pounced on me,touchedme, ground on my dick because you wanted so much more from me than fake.”
I’m retreating backward as he’s stalking forward. Our eyes are latched onto each other’s, and we do this little dance until my back hits the door.
“One kiss, you can fake. Twice? Nope. You can’t fake twice. You also can’t fake pouncing on me in your treehouse last night,orclenching your thighs together like your pussy’s trying to cast a protection spell to keep me out. Which is what’s happening right now.” Strong arms cage me in. His body presses closer to mine. “Guess what, Bells. I already got past the wards.”
I don’t have an answer to that. Or I do, but it doesn’t matter what I say, he’s right.
Soren’s hand reaches for mine. I yank it away. He sighs, head dropping for the briefest second before lifting back up.
His eyes connect with mine. “Stop denying what you feel.”
“It’s notreal.” The words are thin. I’m trying to convince a ghost of a truth I no longer believe. “Or professional.”
Pine, musk, a hint of worn cotton, and an elemental scent–wild sage beneath morning dew wafts off him.
“That’s what you’re telling yourself.”
The softness in his tone weaves through all the hollow parts of me before lodging in my chest, heavy and terrifying. If I let myself believe him—if I let myself believethis—there’s no turning back. And I can’t have that. I refuse to stand on the edge of a cliff that’s too steep to climb if I fall.
So, I look away. It’s safer than gazing into the eyes of a man who sounds as though he might actually mean what he’s saying.
