Seducing a Barbarian (Not-So-Savage Barbarians #3)

Sixteen

FEIGRIND

F rom the look on his face, he didn’t believe my words. It hurt that Simon thought so little of me. That I would bring him into my bed only to convince him to stay. It was not for that reason, but a part of me still knew if I told him the truth, it would only push him farther from me. He wasn’t ready for me to claim him. He still wanted to go back to his life. I would not bring up my hopes until I knew for certain that he wished to stay.

He still glared at me, his posture defiant and annoyed like usual. Despite his irritation, I still preferred it over his silence. I liked his fire, and I enjoyed our little back and forth. I was drawn to him, even before he came into my bed, but now that I knew what it was to hold him and touch him, I found it hard to stay away. I stepped closer until his crossed arms bumped against me, and he had to lift his chin to look up at me.