Page 63 of Spin The Bottle
“Do whatever you want to me,” I mumble, lost in her scent, in her lips. She smells like fresh peaches; it’s intoxicating. I kiss her again. “I don’t care. Kill me. Skin me alive. Just let me kiss you some more.”
She yelps when she feels my lips back on hers but I don’t give her any time to think, I wrap my arms around her waist, feeling her soft body under my fingertips. Her lips feel like velvet, her tongue brushing against mine.
Kissing Leila feels like the world around me has stopped. All the noise and pressure ceases to exist when her lips are on mine. I’m breathless when I pull back and when I look down at her, those pretty pink lips of hers are tipped up in a smirk. “What?” I ask. “Why are you smiling?”
“Your face is green,” she says, chuckling as she looks at me.
“Oh.” I laugh, wiping some of the stuff off my face. “Right.” I look at my fingers, inspecting it. “What’s this for, anyway?”
“I have a photo shoot tomorrow,” she tells me. “I’m doing some prepping, getting my skin to look good.”
I want to tell her she always looks good, but her words run through my mind. “Tomorrow?” I ask her, wondering when I get to see her again.
She nods, sitting on the couch, tucking her leg under. “I’m a little nervous,” she says, glancing up at me.
“Why?” I sit beside her.
She lets out a breath. “It’s a swimwear shoot.” I don’t miss how she pulls her bottom lip between her teeth. A nervous Leila isn’t something I’m used to seeing. She’s always so strong, so confident, a bossy little shit putting me in my place.
But the thought of her being on a magazine in a swimsuit for guys to gawk at her makes my jaw—hell, my whole body—tighten. This is not good for the tension in my neck.
“Why are you nervous?” I ask her. “You’re going to look hot.” I can already picture it. Her soft, lush, tan body in some little skimpy bikini. God, if only she knew the dirty thoughts running through my head right now.
She rolls her eyes and turns her body to face me. “I’ve already agreed to fuck you, Aiden. You don’t have to keep complimenting me.”
I furrow my brows. I don’t like how she makes it seem like a chore for me. It’s the easiest thing in the world, telling her how gorgeous she is. “I like complimenting you,” I tell her. “I want you to know you’re beautiful.”
“I know that.” She glances at me from the side, pulling her bottom lip between her teeth.
I laugh. “Do you? Because you seem to hate when I say anything nice.”
She shakes her head, smirking. “That’s not true. I’m a praise whore.”
I wrap my arms around her shoulder, pulling her into me, her head resting on my chest.Fuck, stay there forever. Please.“Oh, I know, gorgeous,” I whisper in her ear. “You love when I tell you how much I love watching you swallow my cock in your tight pussy,” I murmur, my breath hitting her jaw. “You love when I tell you how good you feel.” She shivers against me. “You love when I worship every inch of you.”
“This isn’t fair,” she whispers, breathing hard. “I can’t do anything about this.” She whimpers frustrated.
I laugh, pulling back. “Fine, I’ll stop.” She takes a deep breath, turning her head and smiling when she sees my face again, which probably still has that green goo. “Put some on me,” I tell her, patting her cheek.
“You want a face mask?”
“Hell yeah.” I grin. “You can’t be the only one that looks good in this relationship.” Her face drops and I curse inwardly at myself. Why did I just use that word? I clear my throat. “You know what I mean.”
“Yeah,” she says, her eyes dipping a little. She pulls away from me, getting up from the couch. “Be right back with your face mask, sir.” She winks.
I adjust myself on the couch. “I like the idea of you calling me sir,” I say, raising an eyebrow.
She narrows her eyes. “Don’t get used to it.” She turns around, heading out of the living room, my eyes tracking her movements.
Those hips, that ass. God. The tight, black leggings she has on make my dick twitch. I look down at my pants and let out a sigh. “Not gonna happen,” I mumble to my dick, tipping my head back and closing my eyes. How did I get here? From one silly game to sitting here craving her company.
The couch dips, my eyes fly open and I see her sitting next to me, holding up a long tube. “You good?”
I nod, smiling at her. She’s so pretty. I don’t ever want to close my eyes if it means I could look at her forever. “All better now.” She chuckles, opening the tube and pours out the green mixture onto her fingertips. Her fingers swipe across my face, wiping the stuff all over. “Fuck,” I curse. “It’s cold.”
She laughs, shaking her head. “Such a baby. Be still.”
“I can think of something that would make me behave,” I tell her, grinning.
