Nicklaus trapped her between his arms, "Smile," he ordered her when she stood straight from picking up her phone.
Arissa raised a brow at him, "I should smile?" she asked with a pout.
He ran his thumb over her plump and proportionate lips raised in a pout, "Yes, smile. One more time,"
Arissa blushed harder, "Why?" she managed to ask as warmth spread between her legs, causing her to clench them together.
His thumb and the warm air that escaped his lips and his body that was almost pressed on her messed with her mind.
"I want to see it," he eyed her lips with longing before looking into her eyes, "I guess I'm bewitched by it and want more of that feeling," he said with a genuine voice.
Arissa blinked, and her jaw drooped. She cleared her throat nervously, raised her hand to her non-itchy hair, and began scratching it.
"Arissa, smile," his voice was mixed with tenderness and loving impatience.
