Page 164 of The Villain We Tempt

…I’m not the only one who's naked.

Heat instantly pools between my thighs as I feel the heavy throb of his erection against my ass. A tingle traces up my spine as I arch my back, my core tightening as I nudge my butt back against his cock.

God, he’s big.

I slowly twist slightly to glance at him over my shoulder again. The juxtaposition of the soft, gauzy, almost romantic light of early morning across his mask coupled with the needy, raw heat between my legs and the hungry pulse of his cock…

Yeah.

I let my gaze trace over his mask again as he sleeps. I nibble at my lip as I eye the edge of it, at his jaw.

I could slip it off. I would know for sure who he is.

If he is who I think he is.

…Who I think I might WANT him to be…

My hand slowly lifts from the bedsheets.

“Still trying to figure out if I’m asleep?”

“FUCK!” I scream as I all but lurch out of the bed. The only reason I don’t is that his arms latch like steel around me, stopping me. So instead, I just squirm against him as adrenaline floods my system.

“How long have you been awake?!” I hiss.

He chuckles quietly. “I was never asleep.”

“Asshole!” I blurt, my face heating as I reach over my shoulder to punch his.

The Ghost Prince chuckles. His voice isn’t modulated like usual. He’s clearly altering it, but that robotic tone isn’t there, as if he at least removedthatpart of his disguise when he decided to sleep in my bed with me.

Ornotsleep, I guess.

“You scared the shit out of me!” I mutter. I shift again, but his arm stays locked around me.

“How’d you sleep?” he growls.

My forehead pinches. “Fine? I guess?” My brows furrow deeper. “What...I mean, why are you…?”

“You asked me to stay last night.”.

My mouth twists. “Idid?”

“Actually,” a chuckling sound hitches in his chest against my back. “It was more like you begged me to.”

Fuck. I honestly do not remember that part. I groan and drop my head to the pillow.

“How do you feel?” he asks.

“Worn out,” I mumble, surprised by the gentleness and concern in his voice. “Not really hungover, just…” I frown and half-twist in his arms to face him again. “Did you say I was on drugs last night?”

He nods. “Ecstasy. Some asshole dosed the absinthe at the party last night.”

My nose wrinkles as I groan at the memory of that god-awful licorice taste.

Wait.

“Did I…” My mouth twists. “Did I get back out of bed last night to brush my teeth?”