romance

All I could think about was the heat of his soft lips, the way they fitted so wonderfully as I was coaxing him to open them some more, just enough to let my tongue slip in and taste him. I needed a taste, needed to complete this fantasy of mine.

Say my name.""No." She tipped her head up, her breath sawing out of her lungs. __on__ stop, please._ He languidly stroked her. __ won__ stop, but I won__ take you there unless you say it._ Her voice locked in her throat. He stroked into her again at the same time giving her the pressure she desired with his thumb. __ have all night.

He drew in an answering breath, and she waited to hear the quip, the joke, the dab of levity for the most intense moment they__ ever shared. But he only dropped his head into the crook of her neck and laid his mouth over her leaping pulse as they found their unhurried rhythm in the dark.

You__e killing me in this proper little suit,_ he said, skating a heated look over her shirt. __y place or yours?_ She swallowed thickly, the hand against his chest beginning to sweat. __-I__ busy._ __ou__e gonna be,_ he said, smiling. __eed to know what bed you__e gonna be in, though. Bringing my A game._ __on__ you think_?_ __bout you underneath me? Only every other minute. Now answer me, or else I__l throw you on the nearest desk._ Heat burst onto her cheeks. He noticed. __h, really?_ He smiled down at her.

I'm not leaving until you stop crying" he stated pulling me down so we were now laying on my bed facing each other

Stop,_ he murmured, or at least that__ what he meant to say. It came out sounding more like __es,_ which probably wasn__ the same thing at all.

I jolt up, a scream lodged in my throat. Drops of sweat roll down my forehead and my throat hurts as if I've been screaming for a long time.

Take a table and I__l join you in a second.___hen he walked away I did something I couldn__ be scolded for doing.I checked out his ass in his jeans and_that looked good.

I was falling back again and fast, or maybe I__ never stopped feeling something for him. And it was still hopeless, but at least, I could touch him a little bit.

No angel. The reason I went with all them girls was to try and get over you. I wake up to you everyday. you send my mind and body into frenzy. I can smell your hair when I close my eyes, or I can imagine how your hand feels when you lay it on my chest. It kills me everyday to be so close to you, but be so far away.

I had never had a big opinion for myself. I had always thought I'd be a fuck up, that I'd be disappointed like always by life and people. But at this very moment, I knew it. I wasn't a good man, not well-adjusted. __olan

Lily?__he couldn__ see his face, but she knew his eyes were on her. She could feel them. A beat passed. Then another. He flicked the flashlight on, his eyes zooming in on her mouth. __on__ suppose you__e scared enough of the dark to leave._ She shook her head. __ don__ suppose you__e planning on leaving me on my own._ A smile, then, __ou might cheat._ He tugged their linked hands and leaned the slightest bit closer. __rue,_ she breathed, mirroring his movement. __ wouldn__ trust you if our roles were reversed._ Inches from his face, she admired the curve of his top lip. __hat are you doing, Black?_ __ think,_ he whispered back, his warm breath fanning over her lips, ____ going to have to kiss you, McIntire.

Why are you looking at me like that?__ he asked, his hand tensing for a second on my hip.__o reason.__ I moved my hand up his chest and on the way his abs contracted.He pushed me away abruptly, forcing me to sit up with him. With the scruff hiding parts of his cheeks I wasn__ sure, but he seemed to be blushing. __ou shouldn__ touch a man like that in the morning,__ he rasped, his hand hiding his crotch.

You. Aren__ you one of those Morgan boys? You must be the bad one.

This is good,_ he told her.__he gave him a slow blink. __ou like wine?___oesn__ everyone?___ou strike me as a beer-from-the-can kind of guy.___ am.__

Whatever you say, sweetheart._ He sent her a wink, a devilish one, the same one he no doubt used to sear the panties off his dates.

Peyton, I__ not married and you__e not a lesbian. Think of the possibilities.

He moved his head closer to mine and then stopped, his lips a few millimetres away from mine. I couldn't breathe, my heart was racing, but not from the usual fear I had. It was because I wanted to kiss him