Mated To My Boyfriend's Dad novel Chapter 145

Chapter 145: _ Feed Me

Rhett’s gaze held mine captive, his dark eyes smoldering with an intensity that sent a shiver down my backbone.

Silence reigned between us as he drew closer to me. I waited in apprehension. Even my breaths were ragged. I didn’t know what to do, so I fidgeted with my clothes.

"Study shows that the briefest hugs can reduce a fair percentage of stress." He cooed.

I stared at his legs as though I wanted to catch his steps before they arrived. "Oh," I said.

"I am stressed, Isleen." He clicked his tongue, hands intertwined behind him.

My cheeks burned. This man, with his rough demeanor and captivating presence, had a way of turning my insides to mush. "I— I don’t know what you mean," I stammered but it felt as though a million of voices were yelling at me.

It felt like they were shouting ’liar!’

Because I knew just well what he meant.

His forehead puckered. "Don’t play coy with me, Omega," he scoffed. "You know exactly what I mean."

He leaned in closer and the scent of blood warring with his natural scent filled my senses. "But perhaps that can wait for another time."

What?

W-wait?

WHY?!

He straightened abruptly and the playful glint in his eyes vanishing. "Where are the others?" he asked, his tone serious once more.

Why did I feel so disappointed?

"They’re— sleeping," I mumbled, the sexual tension dissipating as quickly as it had risen.

Or maybe not.

Rhett’s gaze swept over me, lingering a little too long on the exposed skin of my arms and making me want to go over and strip him naked.

When a sexy man looked at you like that, all of the control in you was sure to melt.

"Sleeping?" he repeated, his eyebrows waggled. "What are you doing awake, then?"

"I— I couldn’t sleep," I admitted, fidgeting with the hem of my nightgown. "The attack... it was just a lot to process."

He studied me for a moment with a blank expression. Then, a slow smile spread across his lips, but it didn’t reach his eyes. "And what about you wandering in my house? Being in my living room?"

Oh, that.

His words, laced with a subtle possessiveness, sent a blush creeping up my neck. "I— I just wanted some water," I stammered, desperately trying to avoid his gaze.

"Water, huh?" He raised an eyebrow, the amusement in his eyes back in full force. "A rather tame request for a morning like this, wouldn’t you say?" He took a step closer. "Unless, of course, there’s something else you’re thirsty for, something I might be able to quench."

Oh, gosh. This was my undoing! This man would be undoing!

His words were like a brand to my skin, sending a jolt of heat through my body. My breaths were almost ragged at this point, and I could feel the tell-tale flush creeping up my cheeks.

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