Nefretiri
There was only one unspoken rule tonight.
No sex.
You'd think this was something we discussed and agreed on, but we didn't. Actually, we haven't said anything since we started watching TV. The silence wasn't awkward, and there wasn't that sense of being miles apart even though we were together.
In fact, it's the opposite feeling. Ivan's hands never leave my body, even as he watches the show. So it's hard to focus on what's happening when his fingertips play with my tattoo.
I shouldn't complain. I'm being just as handsy. My hands feel for every scar I can find, making sure not to look at my mate as I try to memorize where each of them is.
That isn't the extent of the torment we're pushing each other toward. Every time there's a lull in the storyline, Ivan begins kissing my neck and behind my ear, and then when things pick up, he pulls away, leaving me wanting.
