“Now I know how it feels.”
My heart drops and her lips connect with mine one last time, her tongue rims my lips and then dives deeper. She’s right, this night is perfect. This kiss is better than perfect.
I need to give her…
I stop myself.
Her lifeline… I need to be a man and give her the lifeline fantasy she deserves. This isn’t about my fantasy and I have no right to want her as much I do.
I pull back from her in a rush as we both pant, trying to catch our breath.
Her face falls. “What’s wrong?”
My chest rises and falls as I try to control my erratic heartbeat and I shake my head.
“I should walk you back to your room, Rosh,” I pant.
“Why?” Her eyes darken and she moves closer and gently untucks my shirt from my pants. My breath hitches.
“Because.” I tip my head back and look to the sky for divine guidance. I can’t think when she is pulling on my shirt like that.
She runs her hand over my chest.
“Because this is a nice date. A well behaved date.” I murmur, distracted.
She undoes my top button on my shirt. “Is that so?” she breathes into my ear so close I can feel her hot breath dust my skin. Goosebumps scatter.
I nod, unable to make my mouth say the words.
“Is that because I’m a nice girl?” she whispers.
I nod again.
“And you’re a nice guy?”
I shrug. “That’s the illusion we are trying to achieve here.”
She laughs out loud and I frown.
“You honestly think we are nice? I think the opposite.” She pauses and I frown. What’s she talking about? “You see, I think we are a little bit different, you and I.” Her sexy eyes hold mine and I know I am close to my breaking point.
“How so?”
“We both think that we want good.”
I watch her with hungry eyes.
“But the reality is, we both crave bad,” she whispers.
I stand still and a frown crosses my brow.
“I think, in each other, we see a little bit of bad,” she whispers sexily. “That little bit of fucked up we both desire.”
I smirk.
“And it’s the crazy in you that I crave.” She grabs the hem of her dress and pulls it over her head to reveal her bare breasts and a white, lace G-string.
Her perfect, toned body is plump for picking, so close I can almost taste it.