“But I heard,” I said, wanting to believe so much, but I would not ignore what I knew. “I went to check on you the other night, and I heard you in your room. The sounds…” Vincent stood a fraction taller, pressing every hard edge of himself into me. He stepped between my legs and ground his hardness where I ached for him, those cerulean blue eyes burning as he stared down at me. “Myself.” His thumb caressed my lips in one sweep, and he thrust his hips against me. “After you got me worked up, as you put it.”
