“Are you sleeping in the bed with me?” I ask as I move further into the room, keeping my eyes on his face and off his body that looks very much alive.
His dark eyes drift over my pink tank and matching shorts. “Where else would I sleep?”
“Do vampires even sleep?”
“They certainly lie down when there’s a tempting woman in their bed.”
“So, is that a no?” I park a hand on my hip and Draven smirks, enjoying my discomfort.
“I don’t sleep, not in the way you do, but I will join you in bed… So you’re safe.”
A chill skates across my skin. “Oh, ok.” I move to the right side and pull back the sumptuous black comforter, slipping into the softness of the sheets.
“Besides,” Draven says, climbing into bed as well, “I already told you I won’t touch you.”
“I know.” I hate how he keeps having to remind me of this fact. I hate how my body craves his touch the more I’m around him.
He turns out the light, leaving only the soft glow filtering in from the bathroom. “Sleep tight, Allison.”
“Can I ask you a question?” I move to my side so I’m facing him.
“Yes.”
“I know you said you can’t touch me”—I can’t believe I’m about to ask this—“but I was wondering if you wanted to.”
His breathing picks up in the quiet room. “Do I want to touch you?”
“Yes,” I whisper.
“Allison, there’s no one in this world I want to touch more than you. I dream about what you would feel like beneath me. I imagine moving on top of you.”
I suck in a breath as he shifts to face me.
“I pretend I’m fucking you every night as I fist my cock,” he says in my head.
My breath catches, and I stare into his eyes. He looks at me as if he’s in pain. As if he can’t handle being this close to me.
“I can’t stop thinking about you,” he says inside my mind.
“Same,” I murmur.
He nearly growls and throws the covers back, bounding from the bed. “I can’t lie here. I’m going for a walk.”
I lean up, resting on my elbows. “Why?”
“Because if I don’t I’ll break my promise to not touch you.”
He stalks across the floor to the door, leaving me alone with this ungodly longing. I drop back on the pillow and stare at the ceiling until my eyelids won't stay open. As I’m falling into a twilight sleep, that place between dreams and reality, I hear his husky voice in my head.
“Do you want me as badly as I want you?”
I don’t know if he can hear me, but I answer. “Yes, I do.”
“I know I can’t touch you, but you can touch yourself for me. Would you do that for me, Allison?”
“Yes. Yes,” I chant.
“Are you nice and comfortable in my bed? I enjoy seeing my wife in my bed, waiting for me.”