Page 123 of Intrepid

Hallucinating. The potential to fuck with her made me smile, but I kept silent.

“I … was at the club. I came home, and …. Oh, Christ, how many did I take?”

“Four.”

“Right. Four.” She kicked back, still camped out on the floor, and drew the blanket up to cover her breasts. “Four! You talked …. What …. Why are you talking?”

“I don’t talk when you hallucinate me?”

“You …. I’ve never …. This is the first time. Usually, I just have dreams.”

“Why’d you take four Ambien?”

She flinched, touching her finger to her temple. “Why does my head hurt?”

“Knocked it when you fell in the shower.”

Slow blinking her way to a frown, she lifted her gaze to me. “I fell?”

“Yep. Passed out.”

“And you … put me in my bed?”

“Some hallucination, huh?”

Her eyes filled with tears as she rubbed her temples. “Please tell me you’re real. Or that I’m going to stay passed out, at least.”

“I’m real,” I said, rounding the bed to kneel beside her. “And I’m really tired of trying to stay away from you. All it did was make me crazy. Made me want you more. Which means you’re pretty much fucked. Literally and figuratively.”

The crooked smile on her face touched her eyes, and damn if it didn’t make my chest swell just looking at her. She wrapped her arms around me, and when I lifted her up from the floor, she locked her legs around my waist, her body trembling in my arms, as she tucked her head into the crook of my neck. “I didn’t think I was going to see you again.”

“It’s like I told you before, I’m a selfish prick.”

Her chest twitched with a small chuckle, as she stared back at me with those amber eyes only a second before crashing her mouth to mine. Her fingers tangled in my hair, mine tangled in hers.

I stumbled backward, falling to the bed, and still we remained intertwined as I rolled her beneath me. Our teeth clashed, breaths mingled, fingers scratched.

She lifted a hand, and I pinned it down.

She wriggled out of my grasp, and raised her hips, grinding her bare pussy against me. Taunting me. Teasing me.

Fumbling above my belt drew my attention toward her fingers, curling beneath my shirt, and she yanked it over my head, tossing it aside.

“God, I missed this.” Gaze riveted on my stomach, she dragged her fingers across my abs and lifted up onto her elbows to kiss them. “I missed this so much. All of this.”

I nudged her back against the bed, dipping my head to her breasts I’d spent the whole night trying to forget about, and sucked a nipple into my mouth. A sharp sting hit the back of my head with the digging of her nails into my scalp.

Body arched into mine, she let out a sexy moan—the kind that spoke to my instincts and begged me to do some bad things to her.

I switched to the other breast, imparting the same attention, and smiled when she squirmed beneath me. “I hope you slept well, angel, because you’re going to be exhausted when I’m done with you.”

“Ty … ” Lips parted, her brow creased, as her tits prodded my face. “Promise me if, I’m dreaming, you’ll keep me here. Don’t let me wake up.”

“No more pills, Sera.” Unlatching my buckle, I tugged the belt from its loops and tossed it onto the bed beside her.

Maybe I’d make use of it later.

Licking my lips, I stared down at the masterpiece I was about to destroy. The raw sketch I’d smear with depravity before we were done. Every cell in my body flared with energy, as if all systems had fired up again at the mere sight of her. Had she slept another two hours, I’d have probably combusted with all the voltage running through my veins.