He flipping me over and pinning my wrists on either side of my head. He gazes down at me, his styled hair of this morning now in disarray, but he looks no worse for it.
"Because, I want me all over you when you're out." He drops his lips to mine.
Oh God!
He is completely ridiculous possessive,I should have known, why he's suddenly here making love to me. He is a pure jealous man whom hating sharing even by looking. For only his eyes got right to see me.
He takes a whole other tactic with my mouth, swirling his tongue, humming into me and nibbling my lips. It's a world away from the ferocious attack I've just sustained.
"Do men have an instinct making love to women?"I ask around his lips.
"Mouth," He pulls his face back, giving me a really disapproving look.
"You've had a wine." He accused.
Oh, shit!
"No." I blurt gullible.
