Page 138 of The Devil We Crave
But that’s all I have before startling awake and bashing his nose with my head.
I frown. “How long was I asleep? What time is it?”
He cups my face and directs my focus back to him. His other hand slides over my ass, gripping it tightly and sending shivers rippling through my core as he keeps me right where I am, sitting astride his lap.
“Are you mad because I made your come all over my tongue?” he murmurs. “Or because you weren’t awake to experience it?”
I squirm a little on his lap, breathing a bit quicker.
“And it’s four-fourteen in the morning.”
“FOUR-FOURTEEN?! My friends must be?—”
“Your friends arefine,” he growls. “I texted Arianna again and told her you were staying with me. She had some…imaginativesuggestions for ways she’d be removing my dick from my body if you weren’t okay. But she said she’d pass the message on to Wren.”
I can’t help but grin a little. When I press my lips together, he smirks.
“I hope I wasn’t a dirty little secret.”
My teeth rake over my bottom lip. “No,” I mumble. When his eyes pierce into me, I shift uncomfortably. “Okay, you sort of were. Are. I mean…Ari and Wren know, but…” I frown. “Wait, doyourfriends know about me?”
He smiles. “My personal business is my own.”
I roll my eyes. “You mean my father and his business partner are potentially building condos that'll ruin the view from the house your great-grandmother has lived in for sixty-five years,” I say flatly. “And most of your friends are as pissed about that as you are, and wouldn't like to see you with me.”
Achilles grins. “Or something like that.”
I shiver a little.
“How do you feel?”
“Sore,” I answer truthfully. “But…not in a bad way,” I add.
“You bring out a devil in me,” he growls, brushing my cheek with his knuckles.
I feel my face heat. “Don’t apologize for that.”
“I wasn’t planning on it.”
I grin.
“I also feel…” I clear my throat. “Uh,much lessfucked up than earlier?”
He nods. “It’s been about five hours. The ecstasy’s leaving your system now.”
I chew on my lip, not sure if I want to voice the question lingering on my tongue.
I clear my throat. “Do you feel bad, or weird or, I don’t know,morally compromised, having sex with me while I was like that?”
He smiles quietly. “Should I?”
I blush. “I mean, you know…consent?”
Achilles shakes his head. “Doyoufeel like you were taken advantage of?”
I shake my head. “No,” I say truthfully. “But…I don’t know, I guess I…”
Fuck, was I really about to tell him to his face that I trust him?
