Falling in Love with the Man of My Nightmares (That's [Para]Normal #4)

by Camilla Evergreen

“The word for who I am when I believe I’m alone with a pretty figment of my imagination is skank, Pollux. We’ve been over this. I’d like to believe my true character is someone other than an affection-deprived adult.” “You continue to neglect my response to that degrading assessment.” “For your information, I’d be ashamed of wanting anyone. It has nothing to do with you.” He hummed. “When others hurt us, it rarely does.” “I’m sorry I hurt you.” “I’m sorry you’ve been taught that your needs and the rawest presentation of yourself are unacceptable.” She straightened. “Excuse me. You don’t need to go that far.” “I think I do.” He twisted her fingers out of his shirt, gripped her wrists in one hand, and pinned her back to the cloud. “If we get technical, I probably need to go farther.” Wide-eyed, she stared at him, lips parted. After a long moment, her body tensed, aware, and she snapped, “What do you think you’re doing?” “This is your domain. Nothing is out of your control.” He flashed a sharp smile. “Except me.” He could spend decades touching kisses to the heat that rose to her flesh. She locked her jaw, tilted her head back to look up at her restrained hands, then provided a meager tug against his hold.