“Oh, because you usually use megaphones so the whole neighborhood can hear you?” This time my provocation elicited a genuine smile. I stood astonished for a few seconds. I’d never seen him laugh like this.
“No, usually it doesn’t take megaphones to wake up the whole neighborhood.”
“Eww,” I spat, as I flipped over the room, looking for my clothes.
“Eww, huh, Snow White? You’ve never gotten off five times in a row?”
I lifted my eyes to his. James was staring intensely at me. Now what did I say?
I gulped, embarrassed, and ended up bursting into nervous laughter.
“Yeah, sure, tell fewer tall tales and maybe I’ll believe you.”
He shrugged. “I don’t give a flying fuck whether you believe me or not. I’m just talking about facts.”
“No way.”
That provocation seemed to set something off in him, because without warning he came up to me, forcing me to back away.
“James,” I whispered faintly.
“Is that a challenge, Snow White?”
I saw him bend his head down to my height. Why was everything always a challenge for him?
I lifted my chin fiercely, despite feeling confused.
“I could, yeah. Challenge you.”
He was pleasantly surprised by my murmur. I understood that from how he parted his lips and licked them.
“You wouldn’t last five minutes with me, princess.”
I was powerless when those words sent chills down my spine.
“Don’t bullshit me.” I looked down to avoid the intensity of his eyes. The chain around his neck made me think about the sensations of the night before.
A gruff whisper slipped out of his full lips when he caressed my lower lip with his fingertip and tempted my earlobe with his mouth. “I bet all it would take would be to brush against you the first time.”
A solid feeling of heat rushed between my thighs, right when his gaze got harsher and stopped at my lips. I felt myself collapse against the wall. My knees were weak, my stomach was doing somersaults, and my head was empty.
Maybe it was his scent.
Or maybe something invisible in his eyes.
There was definitely an undeniable electricity that pulled my body toward his. I wondered if it was mutual.
He must’ve been with thousands of girls and must’ve now been used to sensations like that, not to mention he had the sensitivity to notice these kinds of things.
James’s gaze drifted from my eyes to my lips, victims of his delicate fingertips. He kept playing with them like my mouth was his.
“When you’re done pulling your head outta the clouds, I gotta eat breakfast.”
I pushed him away, and James raised both eyebrows. He certainly seemed stunned by my reaction.
“I was just waiting for you to stop quivering,” he smirked, satisfied by the effect that he now understood that he had on me.
I shook my head, then looked in the mirror. My hair looked like a depiction of a nuclear fallout, my face was red, and my eyes were surrounded by two heavy bags.
