“Is that so?”
“Yeah.”
My lip twitches. That’s it. I’m done with this nonsense. “Guess I’ll have to change your mind.” I grab her wrist and back her into the wall behind her. She gasps, but she doesn’t order me to stop. Any minute now, I expect her to twist and try to fight her way out of my grasp.
And yet, she doesn’t.
All she does is stare up at me with pissed-off eyes.
And it’s not doing any favors for my cock.
“You don’t get to decide what I do, either,” I growl.
Aspakhan, I could simply have her ‘silenced’ and the problem would be dealt with. Yet, here I am entertaining her, wasting precious time when I could be doing some digging of my own, trying to get ahead of Aslanov before he makes his next move.
Lauren tilts her chin and it only adds to her appeal.
Blyad.
She’s becoming a serious problem for my cock.
She feels it too-I know it. Sexual tension only exists when both parties sense the energy. Her eyes give her away. Her pupils dilate, and the look inside of them becomes something else. Moments ago, they were simply pissed, and they still are. But now, there’s something beyond that.
She sustains eye contact. It’s like she’s challenging me. Like she’s waiting for me to make the next move.
So, I do.
I flip the script again and I kiss her. Hard.
Before my mind can catch up to me and register this as a big fucking mistake, she moans. Melts into me. Like she’s been waiting for this.
Bozhe moy, she feels like fucking heaven.
Our mouths collide in one hot, desperate mess, tongues battling with one another’s for dominance, because by nature, it appears we’re both hungry for control.
I press her harder into the wall.
She responds by kissing me even harder.
My cock and balls twitching, I thrust my hips into hers. It’s like we’re fighting a battle. Her lust against mine.
I still half-expect her to break the kiss and tell me to get the fuck out of her flat.
But she doesn’t.
Instead, she slides a hand up to my chest, fisting my shirt collar until I’m discarding the garment and tossing it out into her living area. She pulls me closer instead of pushing me away.
Holy fuck, this is happening.
A moan ripples out of her mouth. I dig my fingers into her waist and press her against me, letting her feel how hard I am for her. This elicits a surprised, throaty gasp from her mouth.
“The couch. Now,” I order.
Once again, I expect her to back out, to tell me to go home and jerk off in the shower, but when I walk her backwards over to the couch, she still doesn’t resist. She urges us on.
We collapse on the couch together, and I come up over her to admire her. She still has her clothes on and already, I’m at full mast.
Her chest heaves.
