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No longer hypnotized, I unsuccessfully try to push my very short shorts down to cover part of my exposed butt. Too scared of whoever had tried to break in, dressing appropriately had been the last thing on my mind. Now, Mitch's eyes feasting on my body causes me to burn up.
Oh, God...
When Mitch suddenly gets up and moves toward the door as if his pants are on fire, I mirror his movement, following him.
“Are you leaving?”
“Yes, Beth. Unlike you, nocturnal beings, some of us still have to catch a little bit of shut-eye.”
“What if it comes back?”
“What if what comes back?” Mitch questions, his eyes trained at something directly behind me, as if he cannot stand the sight of me.
“The hyena.”
Mitch looks exasperated. “It was a dog, Bethany.”
“Well, there's no way I'm waiting here for it to come back,” I tell him.
There's an expectant pause. When my eyes meet Mitch's, only one-word flies past my lips.
"Oh..."
“What are you suggesting, Bethany?”
I open and close my mouth, but no word comes out.
“Want to come over to my house?”
“Y-yes.”
“Dressed like that?” he questions, turning away from the door toward me in what can only be described as a predatory move. My heart does a dozen somersaults, and I take a step back.
“Mitch...”
“Is this your plan, Beth? To make a wolf call that'll have me running to you to find you dressed like that?”
I know Mitchell desires me. I've seen him struggle with himself, trying to fight off the need to have me. But right now, Mitch does not attempt to rein in his desires. If anything, his eyes seem to glow with so much lust that my knees weaken, which is why I whimper when my back hits the wall. A strong sense of Deja Vu comes over me at our current position; the very position we'd been in the first time he'd taken me in his arms and kissed me.
Oh God, Mitch has his hands planted on either side of me again. He takes his time running his eyes over my body, eyes lingering on my chest until my nipples tighten.
“I hate to be goaded.”
“I a-am n-not doing any o-of... Ah...” My words melt into moans at the first brush of Mitch's finger against my collarbone.
“You are making this so hard, Beth.”
“Ww-hat--please...?” I manage to get out, my brain short circuiting at this very moment. I can’t think. All I can do is watch and feel. Mitch slides his hands around my waist and drags my body flush against his, eyes trained on mine as he begins to explore me, fingers gliding from my collarbone to my galloping chest.
“You want this, don't you? You want my arms around you. You want to feel my touch.”
“I-I, Mitch...”
For the second time tonight, my words melt away as Mitch's lips descend on mine, kissing me languidly, tongue swiping against my plump bottom lips, demanding entrance. My mouth falls open in a moan, and Mitch does not waste any more time but dives in, kissing me lustfully, then letting his lips trail down to my neck.
Mitch's finger on my chest travels downwards, creating a scorching path until it reaches the hem of my shirt where he pulls it up, exposing my torso to his ravenous gaze.
“You're so beautiful,” he rasps.
