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He steps toward me, and my heart pounds, hating itself for noticing the way he moves. The way he carries that lethal confidence.
Tattoos crawling up the side of his throat, even around his ears, like vines choking out anything soft that might have lived in him once.
I’m still the jagged piece that doesn’t fit the family frame. Watching love from the outside, pretending like I don’t want it, like it wouldn’t burn straight through me if I ever tried to hold it.
And don’t ditch me for any alien dick tonight.”
“I’m not missing out on monster dick if the opportunity arises.”
“You already are.”
He’s shirtless. Inked to the gods. Broad as hell.
“Stephanie,” he cuts in, smirking. “You’d know, drunk or not, if I’d fucked you. You’d be covered in cuts and bruises. You wouldn’t be able to walk. And you sure as hell wouldn’t be questioning it. Because you’d feel it. I’d still be dripping down your thighs. So no, we did not have sex.”
“You came up straight from hell, Dr. Quinn,” I whisper. He chuckles darkly. “How do you know? Were you holding my hand on the way up?”
“Am I really that bad?” he asks quietly.
“So the fact I think about this one every waking second… dream of her every night… and have researched her like a goddamn lab subject for almost six years, writing what could practically be a report on her… that’s not normal?”
How do I explain to a fucking neurologist that I need my brain scanned because I’m too obsessed with my wife?
Conan barks a laugh. “Why’d you say that like it’s a bad thing? Fuck, I get on my knees for Hallie most nights if she calls me a good boy.”
“You drive me insane, wife. Do you honestly think I have the time or patience to entertain anyone else?” He leans in closer. “You’re the only woman who’s ever had her hands on me like this. The only one who’s felt me fill her and drip down her thighs. The only one who makes my heart skip a beat. And you’re about to be the only woman I’ve ever let touch me back—look me in the eyes—as we both break for each other. So no, temptress. You’re the only one who gets this side of me. Understand how rare that is.”
And I can’t decide if I want her to find me worthy… or if part of me wants her to decide I’m not.
