Vinorca Jona POV

He didn’t look like he was agreeing. The way he said those words didn’t sound good at all.

Why were his legs still spread? And why wasn’t he moving? If he was fine with my denial, shouldn’t he make a move now?

Not that I wanted to deny him—it was just too much. What did he even mean by crawl or hop? Not happening.

“You’re not getting anything, Vin,” he said, spreading his legs wider.

“What do you mean?” I drawled.

He tapped his fingers against his chin, the movement slow and deliberate. Or maybe I was just desperate enough to find anything he did seductive. “I’m...