I looked around the room, wondering what the hell I should do. Run? No. He’d hear me and would know that I heard him. I promptly squeezed my eyes shut and tried not to notice the increase in sound coming from the bathroom or the drawn-out groan that seemed to go on far too long…until I remembered the quantity of sheen when he’d come on my leg.
How had this not woken me up last night?
After a moment, the shower started. I took the opportunity to fan my face on the off chance he’d be able to see my flush in the dark.
“June?” Tor called, his dark fingers closing around the edge of the door.
I collapsed like I was pretending to be dead, not sleeping. The thunder of my pulse in my ears didn’t cover the sound of his feet as he crossed the carpet.
“You are everything,” he whispered. “I will distract you every day with my teasing until you no longer remember your hurt heart.” His fingers whispered over my cheek. “How can such a peaceful face fill me with such need that my cock already aches again?” He sighed, and I could almost picture his disgruntled expression. “I will need to stroke myself many times so I don’t release before morning.”
The flush started creeping back into my cheeks. Thankfully, he didn’t continue stroking my face and notice the heat. He returned to the bathroom so I could die peacefully in mortification as I listened to him come twice more before he finally showered.
If I were honest with myself, I was dying to slide my hand under the covers and do the same but too afraid of being caught. So I lay there, pretending to sleep and focusing on my breathing until he emerged from the bathroom and quietly got in on his side of the bed.
I almost jumped out of my skin when his arms slid around me and he pulled me close, dipping his head to the crook of my neck to breathe in deeply.
“No food will ever taste or smell as good as you do, June,” he said softly, nuzzling slightly.
I thought for sure he would hear the way my pulse raced. Instead, he eased back and sighed gustily. While it only took him a few minutes to fall asleep, it took me much, much longer. Enough time for me to breathe him in like he’d done to me and think about what he’d said.
Tor had spent his day purposely distracting me from thinking of Adam. And it had worked. I couldn’t remember thinking of him once. What did that say about me?