Chapter 8

Chapter

Eight

LEAH

" T hat's a rather rude question to ask someone." I mean, honestly, I could probably give him the meaning of life before I could come up with a way to explain why my head is so fucked up.

"Can't help you get rid of it if I don't understand why you kept it." My eyes widened.

Surely, I misheard him.

"Get rid of it?" I shake my head in disbelief.

"You seemed upset early at waking up between Kai and me and it still being intact. I thought that meant you wanted to lose it. If I was wrong, my apologies." He shrugs like it's no big deal to him either way.

"Wait a goddamn minute. You can't make an offer like that like it's a business deal." She smirks.

"Why not? Nova does it all the time." I open my mouth to argue and then shut it promptly because he's right.

Women pay top dollar for Nova to deflower them.

"Maybe I should call him," I muse in thought.

"Over my dead body," Seer growls as he prowls closer to me.

"Eep!" I move up the bed until my back hits the headboard.

"Scared?" He crawls onto the bed slowly like a cat but is very careful not to touch me while he gets situated on my left.

"No?" My voice fucking squeals, and I close my eyes in shame.

Good job, Leah. If you're gonna lie, you need to sound confident.

"Right," his chuckle does something to my libido, and my nipples harden.

FUCK!

"Leah?" I glance up, and his face is way closer than I thought.

"Mm?" I pin my lips together before I beg him to kiss me.

"How much experience do you have with sex? Why on earth would you study the subject as your future profession if you haven't actually done it?" He reaches up and tucks my hair behind my ear.

It's a simple, sweet gesture, but my body starts to tremble with a need I've only ever read about in books.

"How else was I going to get the information I needed to make an informed decision about one of life's major choices?" He blinks slowly as if he's absorbing my words carefully.

"You're serious?" Okay, now I'm affronted.

"Of course I am." I cross my arms in defense and hide my nipples from this man.

He doesn't deserve to see them.

"Sex isn't a math problem." I scoff.

"It sure is. If you aren't careful, you can multiply." The room grows quiet for a moment before he dissolves into laughter.

"Wasn't that funny," I grumbled as he held his side and looked at me with big, bright eyes.

"Where on Earth have you been hiding all my life?" I frown and shrug.

"Lancaster, Pennsylvania." I deadpan.

He rolls his eyes, but when they meet mine again, all the humor has left and has been replaced with determination. I lean into him, and I take a breath.

"You've avoided my question long enough." I shake my head at him.

"No, I answered it logically. You just didn't seem to like my response." He growls in the back of his throat.

"The first question." I search my memory, and my mouth pops open.

"There it is. Do you need me to repeat it so you have a few more seconds to answer?" I bite my lip, which is only a few millimeters away from his.

"Mmhmm," I can't even form words anymore.

My mind is consumed with thoughts of how his lips will feel against mine. Will they be soft or firm? Will his tongue taste like the whiskey he favors or the marijuana he tends to smoke on hard days?

"Why are you still a virgin?" It comes out soft, smooth, and so fucking sensual that it causes a whole body shiver which forces our lips to touch for a brief second.

And it's not enough.

I want it more than the air that gives my body life. I try to answer him, "I really do." My senses have gone so haywire that all I manage to do is fist the sheets under my palms so that I don't fall off the world that's spinning so fast that I may pass out.

"Breathe," he growls on my lips, and I obey.

Instantly.

"Good girl. Now answer me. Why?" My brain turns off, and my pussy throbs.

"I hadn't met you," I whisper, the only answer I can come up with.

"Right fucking answer." He grabs the front of my nightgown, and two things happen at once.

He kisses me and rips the front open, exposing my breasts.

I gasp as the air hits my nipples, and his mouth takes full advantage. His tongue swipes against mine once, twice, begging it to come to play. His hand still holds the remains of my nightie tight as his other one comes to tilt my head to gain better access to my mouth.

We find a rhythm in the chaos of tongues, and he slowly lays me down, all while keeping his body strictly off mine. His hands snake behind my back to lift me into the kiss, and my nipples touch his firm chest.

I swoon and clutch him to me.

He's my anchor on this tide of lust, and if I lose my grip, reality as I know it will be gone forever. I need to stay rooted right where I am because this is by far the best experience of my fucking life.

My fingers move up the nap of his neck, and he freezes.

"Now, don't be doing that, Cher." He nips at my bottom lip as he looks down at me.

We're both panting, and I have no idea what he means.

"What?" He rolls his neck, and I grab his hair, pulling gently.

"That," he hisses, and his eyes darken again.

"Why?" His smile is dark and holds no humor.

"Make my dick harder than steel, and you're not ready for him yet."

Oh.