Page 8 of Preyless
“Except masturbate.”
“Oh, get over it! I didn’t even do it. I was just trying to get under your skin.” An awkward silence filled the air beforeI coughed and continued. I was going to get bruised from that outburst and bratty fib alone. “...but I think she could be a good fit for us, based on her profile.”
He stared at me, analyzing.
I stared back at him plainly.
I meant every damn word.
He handed me the phone. “Alright. Show her to me.”
“Yeah?”
“I want to see what you’re talking about. Then we’ll see if it’s something to proceed with.”
A genuine smile lit my features, and for the first time all day, I saw Aiden visibly relax.
It only made me happier.
I wanted to tell him I loved him, but I didn’t even have a chance to before his mouth was on mine, my phone now pinned between our chests.
I groaned loudly as his tongue prodded at my mouth, and his own groan reverberated through me as our tongues swiped at each other. I moved my arms fast, clutching his head and raking my hands through his hair.
He pulled away after mere moments, and I all but whined at the loss of contact.
I needed more.
“What do you want, Wraithe?”
My answer was immediate. “You.”
“Me? Or her?”
I blinked at him. That was an unexpected question, and frankly, an unfair one when the only thoughts rolling around through my brain were getting his hands back on me. “I don’t know her yet.Wedon't know her.”
“That isn’t what I asked.”
Realization started running through me as my heart began beating far too fast.
That wasn’t the general caveman tone he was filled with when he had any sense of jealousy. Instead, that was the tone he used when he wanted something he didn’t know he could have. Something that he thought was impossible.
A chance.
My head quirked to the side as I grabbed his chin with my thumb and pointer finger. I wanted him to genuinely hear my next words as our eyes focused on each other. “I want us. And if that us happens to include a girl who seems to have even more issues than we do…then so be it.”
He leaned down to kiss me again. His mouth was gentle and sweet compared to the rough and feverish tone from mere moments ago. After a few minutes, with the both of us panting and filled with need, he rested his head against my own affectionately and rubbed my thigh with his hand. “Show me our girl.”
I chuckled. “Already possessive over her, are we?”
“What’s mine is mine. Including you.”
THREE
RORY
I tossedand turned for hours upon hours, and probably for every reason one could possibly think of.
Lumpy pillows?Check.
