“Shit!What the hell was that for?”
“You do not send me away with a flea in my ear and then call me back for sex, Dylan Drake.”
The possibility of receiving another blow like that is the only thing that curtails my tongue, and stops me pleading with her to lower her voice.
“What makes you so sure that’s what I asked you back for?”
“Duh,” she says.“You’re naked.And horny.”
Oh, she noticed that, did she?
“Are intruders only allowed to attempt to get in when I’m clothed?That’s a neat security trick I was totally unaware of.”
“Dylan, don’t get funny with me.It’s late and I’m pissed off.What do you want?”
She knows.Spelling it out isn’t necessary.
“Call someone else.”She about turns and heads right back to the door.“A guy, cause you’re gay, remember.”
But only ninety-nine per cent gay, it would seem.I did not just admit that to myself.“You have a strange effect on me, Kira Carter-Wells.”
She turns again, so that her back is to the door which has slammed closed of its own accord.“Whereas, you just make me rage-y.”
I close the gap between us, and rest my hands on her shoulders.Her chin juts up at me.
“You tell me not to lie.You shouldn’t either.”
A tiny smirk puckers her lips.She has truly beautiful eyes, the clearest crystal blue, lined by inky dark lashes.She could expand on rage-y to explain how I frustrate her beyond reason, how she hates being chastened one moment for acting and the next for doing as I asked.She does neither.Instead she smiles like the cat that got the cream.
“Oh, Dylan.Do you even have the faintest idea how this works?”
Specifically, with a woman?The hell I do.We’re diving head first into virgin territory here, and that’s not something I ever imagined encountering again.However, while the specifics are different, the mechanics don’t change.Guys have cocks.Women have clits.
“Reckon I’ve clues enough.”I’m pretty sure she’ll guide me if I go astray.
“If you think I’m about to fall at your feet like one of your usual pick-ups, you’ve another thing coming.”
I want far more from her than a blowjob.
I kiss her hard, shoving her back against the door and pinning her fast with my naked body.She’s not some delicate little flower to be messed with.If my mouth slamming down on hers isn’t what she wants, I’m going to sharp learn about it, but the only thing sharp I feel is the bite of her nails digging into my back as she tugs me closer.
Our teeth clash as we kiss.Tongues spar.A whole angry battle is fought between us.She claims I frustrate her.Well, she’s been like a shard of glass under my skin since the moment she barged into my life a few hours ago.Now it’s impossible not to scratch at the wound.
“I’m going to fuck you good,” I tell her.“Unless you stop this right now.”
She bites back harder.
I hate how great she tastes, how every deep airless kiss we exchange only spurs me to claim more.I hate how the grip of her hands on my back makes me tremble inside, and how rigid my dick gets when it rubs up against her.And I especially hate that there’s still a fabric barrier between us.
That needs to disappear.
If you discount the beads, her dress is more shimmer than substance.I ease one strap from her shoulder, then the other, freeing her perky breasts.The tips of which tighten at my touch.I move my mouth to the long expanse of her neck, and suck while I’m making lazy circles around one nipple with my thumb.The weight of a woman’s breast in my hand is an unfamiliar sensation, but definitely something to savour.She’s soft there, so soft, in contrast to the iron flatness of her stomach.
She has muscles that rival mine.
The dress falls away.Okay, so I help it a little, then she’s naked too.
Minx has no knickers on.
