Page 18 of Lethal Attraction

It’s a long shot that he’s going to believe me, but our fun hasn’t even started yet. I want to do so much with him, and I can’t have him ruining that.

“I…I am?” He glances around, closing his eyes as if he’s in pain. “Fuck, you’re tight.”

I giggle quietly as I rock forward on him. “Trying to flatter me? You’re already dreaming about me.”

His hand reaches up before he brushes my hair behind my ear. The gesture makes my face fall as he cups my cheek and brushes a thumb under my eye. It’s sickly sweet, and for a moment, I forget that he’s even drugged. “It wouldn’t be the first time…”

I stop breathing as something flutters in my stomach. I swallow, my eyes wide as I stare down at him. “You’ve dreamed of me before?”

His eyes are glassy and disoriented, but I can see the conviction in them. He’s telling the truth. “Wouldn’t you know that?”

Huh?

Oh, he thinks this is a dream.

“Right,” I clear my throat before giving him a secretive smile. “And what do we usually do in these dreams?”

His eyes flutter as he turns his head slightly towards the window across the room. I use my hand to pull his chin back to me, unsure why I don’t want him to look away for a moment.

“This,” he whispers, his hips shifting upward and pulling a gasp from me. “But you’re naked…”

I trail my hand over his chest before nipping at the base of his throat. “I can get naked…”

“Please,” he rasps.

I sit up, my eyes nearly rolling into the back of my skull as I take his full length. I take a moment before untying the back of the corset and letting it pool forward before yanking it over my head and tossing it onto the floor.

Reed looks at me through half-lidded eyes full of heat and yearning as he palms her hips. “You…didn’t have fishnets last time…I like them…”

He’s fading a little, his consciousness slipping in and out only for him to pull himself back through the haze. He’s fighting the drug hard, and that makes me feel some type of way…

I take his hands in mine, sliding them up my body until he cups my breasts. “Touch me.”

He pinches my nipples, eliciting a moan from me as he rolls the hardened buds between his fingertips. Every movement is with the coordination of an expert who knows just how to strum my body. It has me turning into a panting mess as he draws back and rubs over the top of my left thigh.

“I’ve never seen this before,” his fingers dance over the black tattoo of a centipede that curls around my thigh.

Fuck. I didn’t think about that.

I laugh nervously. “You have such an active imagination—”

“It’s adorable. It matches your personality.”

My mouth clamps shut as I’m shell-shocked again. What the fuck has gotten into him? Does this drug make you compliment people too?

His fingers brush over my skin gingerly. “You’re so fucking beautiful, Thalia.”

Something that hasn’t happened to me in years causes my whole body to light up. I can feel the heat spreading down my cheeks and into my chest as I blush. I cover my face with a hand as horror plagues my brain.

I’m blushing.

This asshole made me fucking blush.

He grabs my wrist, moving my hand. “Don’t hide from me.”

My mind is short-circuiting. I feel hot all over my body and my stupid stomach won’t stop fluttering!

I cover his mouth with a hand, frowning. “Stop talking—”