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Bailey
Yeah, I knew I was pushing him. No full-blooded male could watch a woman prance around practically naked and not be affected by it.
I couldn't help myself though. He was such an ass. Throwing out demands and expecting me to just fall in line. Hell no. I didn't put up with that shit. I pushed back. And I threw out sass left and right. If he didn't like it, he shouldn't have provoked me.
When I came back in the room with my robe on, I was already pissed that I'd acquiesced to his demand and covered up. The anger turned to panic when I saw him looking at two of the jackets I'd bought the other day. I didn't like him snooping around in any of the shadier things I was involved in, nor did I want to tell him about my charity work. It was none of his damn business.
So I did what I always do when pushed in a corner: I got cheeky and I got flirty. Hey, I'm a loveranda fighter.
When he stalked across the room, his face a solid wall of granite, I admit to a slight fluttering inside, whether from fear or anticipation, I wasn't sure. I knew that walk was sexy as hell though. His body was like a panther, smooth at all times, while radiating this masculine power and danger that had a direct line to my girlie parts.
Next thing I knew he'd pulled me up against that hard body, laying those plump lips on mine, plucking at them like he was going to take his time devouring me. Hands slid over my silk covered body, grabbing my ass and pulling my hips into a hard length that had magical powers to clear my brain of everything but sex. Like zero to sixty. I wanted him in every position I'd ever tried or imagined.
The kiss exploded as tongues clashed, tasted and licked. My back hit the wall, and I vaguely realized he'd turned me, taking away any retreat. Normally I'd protest, but I had absolutely no problem being pressed up against him if he continued that thing with his lips. And the thumb stroking across my nipple, shooting electric jolts to every part of my body. He was lighting me up like a Christmas tree and I was still fully clothed.
I made sure to indulge in my recurring fantasy by sucking on that lower lip of his, tucking away the experience in my brain to relive over and over in privacy. The hand on my ass traveled lower, ducking under the robe and sending chills down my leg. Rough, calloused fingers slowly traced up my thigh, heading to the junction between my legs.
A moan came out of my mouth, my anticipation was so great. Just a millimeter before he touched me right where I wanted him. The sound seemed to break the trance he was in because in the next moment, he was backing away, his hands leaving my body. Leaving me cold and confused.
I was breathing fast, my eyes not quite focused as I stared him down. He put a foot of space between us, then two. Then he spun around and marched right out of my house, slamming the door behind him.
I was stunned.
And more than a little sexually frustrated.
What just happened? How did he learn to kiss like that? How could I get him to do it again? And why did he leave right when it was getting good?
I sank onto the couch, pulling my robe around me tighter, needing the warmth. I waited till my breathing returned to normal and then I went through each part of the evening, trying to figure out what had happened. No longer under the spell of his lips, I could see the way he looked at me when he backed off.
He'd looked stunned. As stunned as I felt when he finally gave in and put his lips on mine. He hadn't looked angry anymore, or cocky, or any of the other expressions I'd seen on him over the last few months. He'd just looked absolutely flabbergasted that we actually kissed.
I didn't know what to do with that information. Was he horrified? Did he not know if he liked me?
I sat for quite awhile going over all these questions and then it hit me like a lightning bolt.
Who the hell cares what he was thinking!
Why was I putting in all this mental drama over what I thought he might be thinking? All I should be caring about was whatIthought! DidIlike him? WasIhorrified by the sudden change in our back-and-forth status?
I jumped up off the couch and turned off all the lights. I couldn't help the smug smile as I went off to bed. I was damn happy about the kiss. It was hands down the best one I'd ever had. And if he was lucky, I'd let him do it again. We'd have to see if his attitude changed. Maybe then I'd allow it. Ha!
In the meantime, I'd get out my old vibrating friends and relive that kiss.
A week later...
That egotistical, bat shit for brains, leave me high and dry (actually wet, if I'm being honest), fan-fucking-tastic kisser ignored me all week.
Seriously.
No calls, no texts, no visits to my house or place of work. It was like he was pretending that the best kiss in the whole wide world didn't even take place. Which was bullshit. My lips still felt buzzed from the electric current that ran between us.
To say I was pissed would be an understatement.
I'd plotted at least ten ways to kill him without detection. I'd googled dismemberment articles, before clearing my computer and hoping I wasn't on some FBI list.
Which reminds me. I found some very interesting information regarding Hessa's little problem. I turned over a name, an address, and even screenshots of online conversation showing I found the guy behind the online dares. What she did with that was out of my control.
