“I think we can barely cope with things getting much more interesting,” Sibyl countered.
Colin made no response.
With his silence, she settled deeper into him and nestled her bottom into his groin. When she’d done this, finally, she relaxed.
But when he next spoke, all relaxation fled.
“Now, why don’t you tell me why you really couldn’t sleep?”
Her eyes grew round in the dark.
“How did you…?” she started.
He cut her off before she could finish. “You’re an immensely bad liar.”
She tensed for a moment then heaved a sigh but kept her silence.
Maybe (she hoped) she could wait him out.
“I asked you a question,” he reminded her.
Apparently, she couldn’t wait him out.
Sibyl remained silent. She’d avoided the “Royce Discussion” so far, she wasn’t going to court it now.
His hand shifted to cup her breast.
“Do I need to make you talk?” His voice was silky smooth and utterly dangerous.
She felt whirls of desire, and dread, spread through her both at the same time. The last time he did that… well, she didn’t want to think of that.
“No.”
“Then let’s have it.”
She hesitated and then said quietly, “I was thinking of Royce.”
It was his turn to tense but he did it better than her, mainly because his hand was still cupping her breast and the reflexive action caused his grip to tighten splendidly.
It didn’t last long before he released her, moved and turned away. She felt some confusion at his retreat before the dim light on the bedside table came on.
By the time Colin came back to her, she’d rolled onto her back and he looked down at her from his position on his elbow.
“Why did you do that?” she queried.
“I want to see your eyes,” he answered simply.
“I’d rather talk in the dark,” she informed him honestly.
Actually, Sibyl didn’t want to talk at all but, since apparently she couldn’t avoid it, she would vastly have preferred to say what she was had to say in the dark.
“I don’t particularly care,” Colin returned.
She gasped at his words. His face was hard and unyielding and she couldn’t understand it.
“I don’t know why this is such a big deal to you,” she grumbled, feeling her anger build and trying to control it.
“You don’t?”