Eros leaned closer to me. “Tell me what you want me to do to you.”
“What’re you talking about?” I asked.
He grazed his hand against my knee, then up the inside of my thigh. And, with his other hand, he brushed a hand over my bra through my shirt. “Tell me what you want me to do to you right now.”
My cheeks flushed. “Nothing,” I said, pressing my knees together. I took off my grey cardigan, trying to cool myself off. Here I was thinking of a hundred different ways to hide a murder and Eros wanted to tease me.
“Tell me,” he said.
“I have too many other things to worry about. I don’t need the stress of being caught fooling around with you,” I said. But that didn’t mean I didn’t want it. Three days and two nights of non-stop Trevon had done more than stress me out.
His fingers brushed ag
