His face came even closer.
“You have a beautiful body, Leah.”
My eyes slid to the side.
“Look at me,” he demanded.
My eyes slid back to his.
“I don’t want you hiding yourself from me,” he ordered.
“Is that an order?” I asked just to confirm.
“Not unless you make it one,” he answered.
What the hell did that mean?
“So, what you’re saying is, you’re not going to close your eyes?”
“No.”
Really, he was a jerk.
He must have read my thoughts or, since he couldn’t do that unless I was speaking to him in my thoughts, he must have read my face.
Therefore he kept talking, “I’d like to understand why this is an issue.”
“I’m naked,” I explained, again unnecessarily.
“And I saw you last night,” he repeated, his tone stating clearly he thought this was unnecessary too.
“It isn’t last night anymore. It’s this morning.”
“And?”
“The sun is shining,” I went on.
“The sun?” he asked
“Yes. And I’m awake,” I continued.
His hands slid around to my back as he murmured, “I see.”
“You see what?”
Instead of answering, he said patiently, “I’ve had my tongue in your mouth.”
“Yes, but –”
“And your blood has filled my mouth.”
“Yes, but –”
“And I’ve had my hand in your pants.”
This was all sounding familiar.
Still.