Her features shutter.
Goddamn, did I have to bring up my son? And how long am I going to put off this conversation?
"You realize the fact you’re his girlfriend is not going to stop me from pursuing you?"
"I… I gathered," she swallows.
"Maybe it’s because you’re his girlfriend that I find you even more attractive,” I murmur.
"What?" She whips her head around in my direction. "That’s just—"
"Hot?"
"Twisted," she corrects me.
"You mean forbidden... taboo... socially unacceptable, don’t you?"
"What, are you a walking thesaurus?"
"I’m walking orgasms for you, baby."
She inhales sharply. Her pupils dilate. "Now you’re being corny."
"I’m being truthful."
"It’s not truthful when you set out to seduce your son’s girlfriend," she bursts out.
"No law against it."
"But it’s not right. Can’t you see that? We can’t keep doing this behind his back."
"So... tell him, Lena."
I glance out the window. "I… I can’t."
"Why not? You can’t turn your back on our connection. I won't let you do that. And it’s going to come out in the open at some point, and then it's only going to hurt more. It might be best if you told him upfront. Or" —I tilt my head— "maybe I should? Is that what you’ve been waiting for? Do you want me to reveal what’s been happening between us?"
"Nothing has happened, and don’t you dare say anything to him."
"If nothing’s happened, why do you care if I speak with him?"
"JJ, no." She locks her fingers together. "Please don’t do anything like that."
"Then you tell him."
She glances away, then back at me. "Give me time, okay?"
"I’m tired of waiting, Lena, tired of hiding the fact that I want to fuck you."
She winces. "No one can accuse you of being romantic."
"If you wanted romance and poetry and sweet nothings, you’d have stuck with your boyfriend. You want more, Lena. You want to know what it feels like to lose yourself in the kind of passion that comes along only once in a lifetime."
Her breath hitches.
"You want to find out how it feels to be possessed by a man. To drown yourself in a sea of emotions where your body leads and you follow, to stop thinking and allow yourself to be led, to fold into a tapestry of sensations that will consume your mind and body and soul."
She squeezes her thighs together.