“You’re aroused.”
“Thanks for pointing out the obvious,” I blurted, meaning to think it only.
I covered myself with one hand, taking the cig from my mouth with the other.
He didn’t say anything, the space between us hot, containing its own magnetic energy. Tugging at me, begging me to close it.
Absolutely not. “Sorry, you were talking and I’m?—”
He came even closer, my body freezing in panic.
“What…what are you doing?” I asked, my voice a quivering squeak.
His eyes were boring into me. The scarlet shone brighter, driving me crazy.
What the hell was wrong with me?
“Can I touch you?” he whispered.
Hello, heavier head-spin. “H-huh?”
He repeated his question, huskier this time.
Damn. Damn. Damn. The mere thought of his hands downtherewas enough to get my underwear sticky with precum.
“Shit…” I breathed. “Shit…”
“I can touch you and take you away from this,” he said.
“You can…what?”
“Pleasure. Pleasure can help us both escape from reality for a while.”
Well, yeah, it could. But that didn’t mean it was going to happen.
Why not, though? We’d already kissed, and fucked, so why not indulge ourselves?
Don’t do this…
Hesitant, I stared at him, a yes and a no fighting for dominance on the tip of my tongue.
Don’t do this…
What would it feel like to be touched by him in a gentler way?
Don’t do this…
Our previous fuck didn’t really count, seeing as he’d killed me. Well, I guess it kind of did, but that wasn’t really a fun first time together. This could be a more sensual do over.
Don’t do this…
“Paris?”
“Yeah?”
“Can I touch you?”
Don’t do this…
