9
Owen
I have to do a double take.
Fuck. Is she really standing here in front of me with nothing on but a black lacy lingerie dress? This is totally fucking unexpected.
Instinctively, I take a step forward, needing to drink in her intoxicatingly perfect body. Her arms are slender, and her tummy is flat from what I can already see through the lingerie.
She’s playing a naughty game, and even though I know I’m the bait I don’t fucking care. I need to pounce on her.
She’s biting her lip and staring at me. I know she’s teasing.
I blink again, this is real…right?
She’s not just a figment of my imagination.
To prove this theory, I grab her arms…gently but with a slight tug of force.
Her skin is so soft. Chemistry surges between us as my fingertips brush up against her neck.
I don’t know which part of her to explore first. Fuck, I don’t want to miss something or leave a single area out.
“You’re a naughty little girl.”
I breathe into her neck as I watch chill bumps prickle on her skin. I know it’s from pleasure by the lusty, needy gaze she’s giving me.
My own eyes cloud over with desire.
Her perfume smells amazing. I have to explore her body, a fucking temple of erotica.
I pin her against the wall.
“Do you like this?”
I give her a devilish grin.
She bites her lip again and smiles.
I squeeze her wrists tighter, firmly holding her against the wall, pressing my cock into her belly, even though I’m still wearing my sweatpants.
“Come on, baby girl, talk to me.”
“You’re so hot,” she finally breathes out.
I know she wants to surrender to me.
“Is this a wild fantasy of yours?”
My question is more like a plea.
I know which direction we’re going, I just want to hear the words from her. My desire is a wild beast that needs taming.
“Yes.” Her voice is barely above a whisper, a passion-filled moment between us.
She doesn’t try to escape my grasp. She all but melts into my arms.
“I want to kiss you,” I challenge.