Page 3 of Come Apart
"Your protests are pathetic."
She takes another step towards me.
Until she's close enough to touch.
My fingers curl into my palms.
God, she smells so good. Like oranges and honey.
I want to lick her until she screams.
I go still as her fingers skim my waist, sliding just under my T-shirt.
I try to stick to my plan.
I have to tease her, to get her wanting me so badly she thinks she might burst.
I can't give in so easily.
"I'm very convincing."
She shakes her head. "You're awful. Completely lacking belief." She presses her body against mine. I'm weakening rapidly. But I find I don't really care. This is far from a losing situation. "I could teach you a little about acting. You could use it." Her grin is bright and happy.
I almost want to stay like this just to keep that grin on her face.
Almost.
I want her taste on my tongue and my cock buried deep inside her more.
Luckily, she also has other ideas.
She closes her eyes and presses her lips to mine.
She's so soft and so hungry.
Just how I like her.
She moans the second my fingertips brush against her skin.
She's making this impossible.
"You only want me for my body," I try. A flimsy objection, but my blood is quickly rushing out of my brain.
"I can't help it. You're painfully hot." She takes another look at me as if to confirm. She nods. "Very painfully." She smiles, an irresistible mixture of joy and lust.
"Hmm. So it's my fault you're objectifying me?"
"Of course. If you had a better personality, I'd care about that too."
"Oh, really?"
"Really," she laughs.
I'm going to have to get her back for this teasing. I'm going to have to torture her until sweat slicks her skin and she's begging me for release.
She kisses me again with that laughing mouth, her nails digging into my skin. I love those fucking nails, like a blinking sign screamingI want you.
Her lips part and her tongue slides into my mouth.
