through her and she opened her eyes.
His mind is a steel trap
. There was no way she could read minds. All the images and thoughts lately that weren’t her own were a byproduct of the truth serum drugs and not a new ability. Thank goodness.
Lucinda crossed her arms over a fluffy peasant blouse. “Try again.”
No
. Vinnie closed her eyes and wished the hallucination away. She knew she should be worried about her tenuous mental state, but for the moment she just felt too warm and too good with the dangerous soldier holding her close. Life sucked right now, so why not take a pleasurable moment and enjoy it?
“If you’re going to sleep with that man, you should really wax your legs,” Lucinda whispered.
“I’m not going to sleep with him,” Vinnie mumbled.
“You’re sleeping with him now. I was talking about sleeping, and you were thinking about sex. Interesting,” Lucinda stage whispered.
Vinnie cringed and then remembered Raze couldn’t hear Lucinda.
She
couldn’t even hear her stepmom because the woman didn’t exist. God, life had gotten confusing. Besides,sex was off the table. “He hasn’t been infected,” Vinnie whispered.
“He will be.”
Vinnie’s eyelids opened again, but the end of the bed was now empty. Well, it had been empty the entire time, but at least she’d stopped seeing dead people. For now.
I see dead people
. The line from a famous movie whispered through her mind, and she chuckled just like an insane person would.
Raze murmured and pulled her even closer into his warmth, his long length bracketing her. She wiggled a bit and then stopped as her rear end brushed across a definite erection.
Whoa.
“Don’t worry about it,” Raze mumbled sleepily. “I’m too tired to do anything, so stop talking to yourself and go to sleep.” His breathing instantly leveled out.
She hadn’t exactly been talking to herself. Well, she had, but not really. Right? “I’m crazy,” she whispered into the night.
For once, the night didn’t answer.
Chapter Six
Whether it’s a virus, bacteria, or evil thought . . . something minute will take us down.
—Dr. Frank X. Harmony,
Philosophies
Raze slowlyreturned to wakefulness, feeling more refreshed than he had in months. A slight weight pinned him down and he frowned, instantly flashing into full-awake mode.
He lay on his back with Vinnie sprawled over him, her long hair covering his left shoulder and arm. Her nose was pressed against his jugular and her thighs bracketed his—
Shit. His full-on erection. Nestled right between her legs against very thin panties.
He ached to press inside all that wet warmth.
Her shirt had ridden up past her waist, and he tried to gently tug it down, his knuckles brushing smooth skin. His body shuddered, flaming awake. God. When was the last time he’d gotten laid? He actually couldn’t remember.
She lifted her head and blinked several times. During daylight, she was stunning with a fragility that called to everything in him. Yet half-asleep, soft and vulnerable, she held a beauty that was all female.
He watched as she awoke, her blue eyes focusing untilthe very second she felt him against her sex. Her mouth formed a silent
o
.
Any sane woman would’ve scrambled off him and ducked under the covers toward the wall.
She proved, once again, that she was nuttier than a fruitcake as she rested her chin on her arms, her gaze evenly meeting his, her body fully on top of him.
He lifted an eyebrow.
“We’d have to use a condom if we had sex, so that you wouldn’t get Scorpius,” she murmured.
He tried not to move, but his cock jumped against her as if in perfect agreement.
A red, bright red flush shot up from her chest to cover her pretty face. “Oh my God. I’m so sorry. Ever since the drugs, every little thought in my head pops out. Sometimes it’s not a thought even in my head. It comes from nowhere.” Tears filled her eyes. “A couple of times I’ve wondered if it’s other people’s
His mind is a steel trap
. There was no way she could read minds. All the images and thoughts lately that weren’t her own were a byproduct of the truth serum drugs and not a new ability. Thank goodness.
Lucinda crossed her arms over a fluffy peasant blouse. “Try again.”
No
. Vinnie closed her eyes and wished the hallucination away. She knew she should be worried about her tenuous mental state, but for the moment she just felt too warm and too good with the dangerous soldier holding her close. Life sucked right now, so why not take a pleasurable moment and enjoy it?
“If you’re going to sleep with that man, you should really wax your legs,” Lucinda whispered.
“I’m not going to sleep with him,” Vinnie mumbled.
“You’re sleeping with him now. I was talking about sleeping, and you were thinking about sex. Interesting,” Lucinda stage whispered.
Vinnie cringed and then remembered Raze couldn’t hear Lucinda.
She
couldn’t even hear her stepmom because the woman didn’t exist. God, life had gotten confusing. Besides,sex was off the table. “He hasn’t been infected,” Vinnie whispered.
“He will be.”
Vinnie’s eyelids opened again, but the end of the bed was now empty. Well, it had been empty the entire time, but at least she’d stopped seeing dead people. For now.
I see dead people
. The line from a famous movie whispered through her mind, and she chuckled just like an insane person would.
Raze murmured and pulled her even closer into his warmth, his long length bracketing her. She wiggled a bit and then stopped as her rear end brushed across a definite erection.
Whoa.
“Don’t worry about it,” Raze mumbled sleepily. “I’m too tired to do anything, so stop talking to yourself and go to sleep.” His breathing instantly leveled out.
She hadn’t exactly been talking to herself. Well, she had, but not really. Right? “I’m crazy,” she whispered into the night.
For once, the night didn’t answer.
Chapter Six
Whether it’s a virus, bacteria, or evil thought . . . something minute will take us down.
—Dr. Frank X. Harmony,
Philosophies
Raze slowlyreturned to wakefulness, feeling more refreshed than he had in months. A slight weight pinned him down and he frowned, instantly flashing into full-awake mode.
He lay on his back with Vinnie sprawled over him, her long hair covering his left shoulder and arm. Her nose was pressed against his jugular and her thighs bracketed his—
Shit. His full-on erection. Nestled right between her legs against very thin panties.
He ached to press inside all that wet warmth.
Her shirt had ridden up past her waist, and he tried to gently tug it down, his knuckles brushing smooth skin. His body shuddered, flaming awake. God. When was the last time he’d gotten laid? He actually couldn’t remember.
She lifted her head and blinked several times. During daylight, she was stunning with a fragility that called to everything in him. Yet half-asleep, soft and vulnerable, she held a beauty that was all female.
He watched as she awoke, her blue eyes focusing untilthe very second she felt him against her sex. Her mouth formed a silent
o
.
Any sane woman would’ve scrambled off him and ducked under the covers toward the wall.
She proved, once again, that she was nuttier than a fruitcake as she rested her chin on her arms, her gaze evenly meeting his, her body fully on top of him.
He lifted an eyebrow.
“We’d have to use a condom if we had sex, so that you wouldn’t get Scorpius,” she murmured.
He tried not to move, but his cock jumped against her as if in perfect agreement.
A red, bright red flush shot up from her chest to cover her pretty face. “Oh my God. I’m so sorry. Ever since the drugs, every little thought in my head pops out. Sometimes it’s not a thought even in my head. It comes from nowhere.” Tears filled her eyes. “A couple of times I’ve wondered if it’s other people’s
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