or any of your stuff.” She sounds certain.
I don’t know if I was planning to actually burn this book, but now?
I’m way too satisfied by the shriek she makes as I bring the match to the spine. She races around
the counter, diving for me. I drop the match and the slightly smoking book in the sink because no
fucking way do I want her burned, and grab her around the waist. She flails, reaching for the book. I
grab her hands and pin her against the counter, a small tendril of smoke drifting between us.
“What are you doing? You’re insane,” she yells, her beautiful chest heaving with her frantic
breaths.
I press my body into hers, and I see the moment she forgets about the book, the match, and
anything else but us. “If you make me choose Maya,” I whisper against her cheek, “then I will. I’ll
choose you.”
Her breath is coming in little pants. “I…I don’t want you to destroy your things.”
“Then what are we supposed to do, love? Because I want you here, I want you comfortable in my
space. I plan on having you here…a lot.” Her eyes darken as my meaning becomes clear to her. Jesus,
she’s responsive. I can’t fucking wait to feel her. All of her. I bring my lips a breath from hers. “Your
move. What do we do?”
The woman is a master chess player, obviously. She doesn’t waste words, simply leans forward
and presses her mouth to mine. There’s a familiarity there. We’re starting to learn the shape of each
other. And I didn’t understand how incredible that can be. Knowing someone, knowing exactly how to
make them moan, perfecting it, has never been on my radar before.
Beneath the familiarity is the intensity and fire that always amazes me coming from her. It’s
addictive.
Book forgotten in the sink, nothing on my mind but her, I lift her onto the countertop and press
between her legs, desperate to feel her. She gasps into my mouth, and I swallow it down and press in
further, demanding another reaction. She rewards me with a groan this time. I can’t decide which one
I like better. She’s always this amazing mix of needy and surprised, and I’m memorizing each and
every one of those moments because I know they won’t last forever.
I plan on thoroughly corrupting her.
Starting tonight.
She pulls her mouth from mine, panting, “We’re really good at that, right? All kisses can’t be like
