"Excuse me?"
"You heard me," he said, moving his face towards mine. I want to kiss him. Right here... Right now...
I cleared my throat and said, "You think you're quite the catch, don't you? I blush at any situation or person."
"Is that so, Miss Avery?"
Why is that so hot? The way he said my last name is just...
"Oh it is so."
"Give me an example," he said and sat on the carpet next to me. I turned around, got up and joined him on the carpet.
"Well, there was this guy. We were in Biology class and he couldn't stop winking at me. I felt so special. It was the first time a guy noticed me. His name is Jake. So, after class he came up to me and said 'Hey, Gabriella.' That's when I realized he was winking at her and not me. I blushed so hard that I wanted to cry. It was so humiliating," I said, covering my eyes with my hands.
He laughed. "That doesn't make you blush the way I do, though," he said.
Wow, he really does have a big ego. Okay, Mr Walker. You win! There's no one who can make me blush like you.
He leaned in and kissed me. His kiss was gentle and then the pace picked up. He pulled away and asked, "Why do I want you so badly?" He wants me? His hand cupped my cheek and then dragged my head to him with my body following him. He let his legs down straight and placed me on top of him. His hands flowed from my cheeks to my neck and then from my neck to my shoulders down my arms.
His fingers followed the same route again. But only this time, they stopped at my neck. I noticed that my breathing was no longer the same. It hasn't been the same since that night. Trevor started kissing me again. But my hair always found a way to interrupt us.
He pulled away from me and laid down all the way on his back. My palms rested on his abs and then I took my hair from around my neck to one side. Why can I not get enough of him? The world's richest bachelor. And he wants me!
Suddenly, he sat up straight with speed to look into my eyes. It was more intense. And I could feel something igniting inside of me. I wanted this. I wanted him.
His breathing picked up too and kissed me again. He took the strap of the dress and slid it down. He looked back at me and then did the same for my bra strap. I didn't know what was going to happen next, and I didn't care. I was with him. I was with Trevor. The man that has captured me in so many ways.
He kissed my neck and went down to my shoulder. I moaned. This feels like heaven. I bit my lip to keep from making another sound. Each time that I would bite my lip, he would stop kissing me and say, "Don't bite your lip. That's for me. Only I can bite that lip." His voice was deep and quiet and it sounded dangerous. Dangerously sexy.
Then he went ahead and kissed my lips again. I moaned into his mouth and gasped for air. He took my bottom lip between his and softly bit all the while his hands were free to roam my body.
Our kiss was no longer sweet and gentle, but hungry and rough. We were both so out of breath. He grabbed my legs and hooked them around his waist, picking both of us into the air, stood up and walked towards the bed.
Even though his kiss was rough, the way he placed me softly on the bed made me fall for him. I admit it... I think I'm in love with him. There I was, lying on the bed watching him standing at the foot of the bed, taking off his shirt. Holy shit! That body... His chest was so smooth and his abs hard, making a v-line that probably stopped underneath his belt.
I couldn't escape even if I wanted to. His gaze held me captive, and if this was to be my prison, I would gladly accept a lifetime of captivity. What is he doing to me?
He crept onto the bed and on top of me. He kissed me again and then moved to my neck. His lips were very talented but his tongue was a miracle worker. The way his soft tongue made little contact with my skin nearly made me jump off the bed. I took his face in my hands and pulled him down for a hard kiss.
But then, he wouldn't let me touch him. He took my arms above my head and held them there as he continued to please me with his kisses. "Trevor," I whispered out of breath and he stopped immediately and sat on his knees with me between his legs. He looked at me and released my hands. "I'm sorry," he said.
Why is he sorry? Does he think he hurt me? Oh, Trevor...
"For what?" I asked breathlessly.
"We can stop."
I could see the sincerity in his eyes. His concern for what I wanted. All I wanted was to touch him. Not to stop. I reached out my hand and placed my palm on his chest. I could feel his heart beating faster. Yes, Trevor. My heart is ten times that fast.
I reached out with my other hand and placed it on the other side of his chest. His skin was burning under my fingertips. He took my wrists and pushed them down, allowing me to explore his beautiful built body.
I looked at him, closing his eyes as my fingers glided over his chest, his stomach and then his chest again. When he moaned, I felt like the strongest woman on earth. Then he came back down on me with my palms still on him.
He kissed me again and then his tongue was playing with mine. I moaned aloud. I hated being so loud. So, I bit my lip again.
"Amabel," he warned.
"Don't. Bite. Your. Lip. I'm the only one that can bite that lip." And you will always be the only one to bite my lip. No one else. Just you.
His lips started its delicious torture again. Following a pattern from my lips to my neck. He softly bit me on the neck. My fingers found their way into his hair. They were gliding over and then grabbed.
But nothing stopped the torture. His lips moved from my neck to my collarbones and the skin above my breasts. And then... he stopped.
"Why are you stopping?" I asked out of breath.
He looked at me and smirked at me. "That's enough for one night, baby. I don't want to push you," he said. My heart... I wanted him so much, but he was right. I'm not ready...
Gently, he glided the straps of my bra and dress back onto my shoulders and crashed down on the bed next to me. I took what I got and lied with my head on his chest and my hand on his stomach. The beating of his heart made me drift into a ...