“Maybe my mouth isn’t as sweet as you think it is, especially to you.”
Where’s this sudden anger coming from?
Trapping her body against the wall, between my arms, I try not to look down at her drop-dead-gorgeous body. But everyone has a weakness, and she’s mine. Dragging my eyes from her full boobs to the slight curves in her hips, all the way to her toes, I bite my lip.
“Are you trying to turn me on, baby?” I play it cool despite wanting to smash my lips against hers until she can no longer talk.
“Even if I wasn’t, it sure seems like you are.” Her eyes stay glued to my erection.
My clammy fingers grip her neck, and I grin when I feel her thumping pulse beneath my thumb. “I’m getting the impression that you’re matching my vibe, based on your heartbeat. I bet your sweet little pussy is soaking, just for me.”
She scoffs, looking anywhere but at my eyes. She purses her lips. “Just being in your presence turns me off.”
I don’t pay attention to most things, but when it comes to her, I’m glued to every movement she makes, every word that comes out of her mouth. I’ve been with plenty of women in my life, and I know an aroused woman when I see one.
And she’s definitely the sexiest.
“Oh, yeah? You wanna make a bet?”
“No,” she mutters when I pull her chin, locking her gaze on me and only me. “I don’t make bets with the devil.”
I love how she’s always leaning toward me, even when she doesn’t notice. It proves that she wants me as much as I want her.
“I love your outfit. I’ll love it even more when it’s crumpled in a heap on my bedroom floor.”
“How original.” Her breath hitches at my suddenly bold statement. “Being in your bed would be equivalent to literal hell.”
Pushing her chin up, I bare her neck to my mouth and taste her sweet skin. “Honey, your pussy would be in heaven for hours. And when my cock left your tightness and you came down from the ten highs I gave you, you’d realize you were already living in hell.”
She spits out but makes no move to push me away, “You’re such a narcissist.”
Actions speak louder than words, and it seems my good girl wants this, craves this …
“And you’re in denial. Your body loves to prove that to me.”
“You—”
She stops arguing with me when my lips leave a trail of hot kisses from her earlobe to the corner of her mouth. Leaving her mouth agape and ready for mine. But I won’t kiss her there, not until she verbally says she wants this. Wants the temporary heaven I’m willing to give her.
And it seems like she’s willing to give me the same. Her hands finally touch my shoulders, which are full of tension, and drag along my back.
“Levi, we can’t do this. We have to stop,” she warns.
“Does it look like I’m someone who cares if something’s wrong or right?” Biting her earlobe, I glide my tongue along her skin and nearly bow down on my knees.
I believe in God, but I’m willing to get down and worship her like she’s my new religion.My addiction.
Amelia’s sexy, long, tan legs wrap around my waist as I boost her up and squeeze.
And just my luck, someone comes to interrupt us.
“Amelia, we need you in five,” a lady says behind the closed door before we hear her footsteps patter away.
And, yes, she’s wet. I can feel her weeping for me.
She drops her head against the wall behind her, and I curse the world.
“I think this is a sign from the universe,” she whispers as we both try to collect ourselves.
