"Yes. You've been mine since that night," he said. What is this? This feels too easy. It feels like something bad is going to happen in just a few more minutes. We're talking about how we feel. Especially about our feelings for each other. He confessed that he loves me. Something is off... It's too easy...
He leaned in and pretended to give me a kiss. He leaned in again and then he did it again. I pouted my bottom lip and gave puppy-eyes. He is teasing me. So, I'm going to do it to him. He laughed and came in to kiss me when I turned my lips away from him.
"Oof, Amabel. You wound me."
"It's bitter, right? Tasting your own medicine?" I said with a huge grin on my face. Taking over the game just put me back in the driver's seat. Hell yes!
"Yeah. It is. Now, get back here," he said, indicating with his index finger. Holy shit! He's shirtless... In just shorts, showing off his legs and his V-line... Standing there, looking at me... Demanding me to go to him... That is sexy as hell. And let's not even talk about his eyes.
I slowly made my way over to him like a guilty child who stole a chocolate. I stopped when I was in front of him. Denying him is such a turn-on. It gives me such a powerful feeling.
He took my hand and walked us to the living room where we danced last night. And then he played another song. I'm not familiar with this one. But damn, it sounds hot. Extremely sexy. I saw the name... Love Is A Bitch by Two Feet.
He came up behind me, moving my hair to one side of my neck as he kissed the other side. His hot breath against my ear and a soft moan. My head fell back against his chest. He took my arms and lifted them above my head and then moved them to the back of his neck. "Keep your hands there," he whispered dangerously in my ear.
His fingers moved from my wrists, down the side of my ribs until he reached my hips. He took my hips roughly and pulled me close to his body, making me gasp and stop breathing. Then we danced to the rhythm of the turn-on song.
When the song came near the end, he turned me around and kissed me. Damn, I don't think I'll ever deny what he wants again. This is turning me on so badly. It's warm, hot, cold, freezing all at the same time. He softly bit on my bottom lip and sucked on it before slipping his tongue in to play with mine. He's a master at seduction. I have a lot to learn.
"Stay with me today," he said out of breath and went on kissing my neck. His lips are very persuasive. "No, Trevor. I can't. I have to work," I said. I glanced at the TV and saw the time.
"Shit," I said.
"I know," he said and kept on kissing my neck and then gently sucking on my earlobe. "I want to take you to bed... What do you say?" he whispered in my ear. A loud moan escaped my mouth. I couldn't breathe. I was gasping for air. Yet, I wanted more of him. Much more. More of his touch, his lips, his eyes and his body.
"That's very tempting, Trevor. Your dad on the other hand will kill me if I'm late again. Please, let me go to work."
"Okay," he said with that annoying tone. I hate that word. He picked me up and threw me over his shoulder and walked to the bedroom. "Trevor! Put me down!" He kissed my hip as he walked. I didn't even bother trying to kick and hit myself free. It would've been useless.
He slapped my ass before gently dropping me on the bed. Then he came crawling up to me with one hell of a sexy smile. Oh, it's on!
"What are you doing?" I asked as if nothing is bothering or turning me on.
"We're working... Working from home," he said naughtily and I laughed. Damn!
"I have a deal for you, Amabel."
"Okay, I'm listening." He smirked and kissed me. And then my neck and then...
"If you can tell me to stop while I'm enjoying myself with you... I mean... your body... Then you can go... If not, heh, you're staying here... and don't plan on leaving soon," he whispered in my ear as his fingers slid over my leg, over my thigh and finally made his way to my waist.
"Stop," I said, giggling.
"No, no, no, giggling wasn't part of the deal, Miss Avery," he said and held my arms down by pushing my wrists at the sides of my head and keeping them there.
"I'm sorry. I just - I can't focus when you're doing that. Trevor-" and then he shut me up. I wish I could go further with him, but I'm not ready. I don't feel ready. And I would really like to go to work before I get fired.
"Good morning, Mr. Walker," Rena said walking in. Trevor laid on top of me as if to shield my body. She knows that she's allowed to come in whenever a door is open.
"Ah, so sorry to bother. Is that..." she started and gasped.
"Is that Miss Avery?" she asked very excitedly. I felt Trevor sigh onto my neck. His hot breath sent tingles down my spine.
"Yeah, good morning, Rena," he said with gritted teeth.
"Miss Avery, do you want some cranberry and pomegranate tea?" she asked, ignoring the look Trevor gave her.
"Yes, please," I said, a little embarrassed. Holy shit! She nodded and waddled out of the room. Was she excited to be at work? Damn, I need some of that energy.
"Every time. I want to have you to myself. How about we go away this weekend? Wherever you want," he said. I looked at him and slightly shook my head. He knew that I was going to argue with him, so he just shut me up again.
"Come on, please?" he asked. How could I deny him? But I have to stay here. I have to stay in LA for my mom. I don't know how long she has...
"Trevor, I can't. My mom is here. I have to stay here. I don't want to be too far away if something happens to her. The doctor said that she doesn't have long. And I don't want her to be alone."
He rolled off of me and pulled me closer to him as he gave me a hug. Or was it a cuddle? Oh, nevermind. I'll just call it a huggle.
"I understand, baby. Maybe another time." He kissed my forehead and then I got up. "Where are you going?" he asked me.