What will you need next, Patience? Scissors? Sterilized string to tie off the cord? Anything else?
His lips twitched. Shame that. Do you often deny yourself what you want?No, but I think with my head, not my vagina.
He laughed, his warm breath puffing against my lips.I loved when he laughed. I loved when I made him laugh. He needed laughter more than anything. The sound thrilled me, making my belly squeeze with pleasure. And I realized it wasn’t just my body betraying me but my heart too.As if he’d seen the thought in my eyes, he let go of one of my hands so he could press cool fingers against my breast, over my heart. I gasped at the dizzying sensation of being touched so intimately. He asked, Have you ever thought about thinking with this thing?
As far as I’m aware, my left breast isn’t much of a thinker, I evaded.He grinned. You know what I mean, Pixie.
Expression turning thoughtful, he said, I thought we were friends.
We were. But then you pinned me to a bathroom wall.In the back of her mind, a warning went off, the little ring-a-ding-ding pointing out that maybe, just maybe, it might be better for her to never know what he tasted like.
Although, come on, she’d already learned her lesson with males, and it had cost her a piece of herself. Literally.She was not that stupid—and she really fucking wanted out of this bed.
As she said the words, Peyton’s eyes flared like that was the last thing he had ever expected her to say.Please, he said roughly as he extended his wrist to her.