My eyes flick to the door and back to Lane. He smirks, his eyebrow arching as he seemingly reads my thoughts. “Worried someone will see me eating your pretty pussy, Hal?” Oh god. Oh GOD. JESUS CHRIST. Swallowing, I nod, my nose crinkling. “A little?” “Don’t worry. I would never let anyone see what’s mine.” Mine? The way he says it and the way that he stares up at me with hunger, with two deep emerald pits of lust, I almost believe that I could be his.
