Samantha trailed her lips and tongue on Kyle's neck, breathing in his scent even more.
Suddenly, she felt herself being pushed back as Kyle firmly held her by the shoulders and gently put some space between them.
Kyle sighed, gently caressing her cheeks, as he looked at her seriously, "How many times must I tell you? If you're that sexually frustrated, I can help you get release but I won't sleep with you."
Samantha glared at him.
Why did he make it sound like she was like a dog in heat? She was seducing him, damn it! If it was only sex that she wanted, she didn't have to go through all this work for it! All she had to do was pick up her phone and a guy would come over.
It wasn't as if she couldn't control herself. It was his fault! His!
"Fool," she hissed, clearly agitated, "I am not sexually frustrated!"
Kyle smiled at that, knowing what was going through her mind.
How could he not?
