if I want something I take it. Don’t act like it doesn’t turn this sweet little body of yours on, either. I bet if I slipped my hand under your jeans you’d be soaked right now. I told you I didn’t want a girlfriend and I meant it. I also told you that I wasn’t done with you, and I really meant that.”
How the hell do you respond to something like that?
“I see the wheels in your head turning. You want to yell at me, you want to call me an asshole, and walk away without ever looking back. You won’t, though, you know why?”
“Why?” It comes out more like a moan.
“Because you want me as much as I fucking want you. We are amazing together, and as much as you don’t want to admit it, you aren’t gonna find that anywhere else.” His hand cups me and my whole body arches into him as his finger pushes against my clit through my jeans. He moves it in small circles. “Think about this every time the thought of walking away comes into your head. Think about what I do to you and all the things I haven’t even done yet.” He drags his teeth over my earlobe, and before I can react, he moves back to the seat where he had been sitting before.
Is it possible for a woman to get blue balls? Because I swear to God that’s what I have.
“Oh, and I usually don’t like leaving a mark, but it looks fucking sexy on you.” He winks at me.
A mark? What in the hell is he…no. I pull out my phone and turn on the forward facing camera. My mouth instantly drops open. A fucking hickey?! What the hell! Are we in goddamn high school? This is just great; no wonder people have been looking at me all day. “How dare—”
“Yeah, yeah, I know. How dare I…blah, blah, blah. We’re here.” Drew grabs the sweatshirt that seems to always be in his car and pulls it down over my head. The door opens and cameras are flashing all around. He pulls me out of the car and through the crowd. I hold my breath the entire time, afraid to look up. We walk through a hallway and go into one of the rooms. It’s a pretty nice room, but nowhere near as nice as his hotel room.
I spot a set of leather couches, sit down on one, and pull his sweatshirt off of me. As I do, I get a whiff of his scent and I just want to sit here and breathe it in. Then I remember the sign of teenage hormones on my neck and throw the sweatshirt at him. “Why the hell did you do this to me?”
“Because you are so determined to prove that you’re your own person.”
“So what?” I don’t know what the hell is wrong with that. Most men like women who are independent and don’t require them to do everything.
“You are not your own person, you’re mine.” He walks over to me so fast and slams his mouth against mine. I want to fight him and tell him that he’s wrong about me, but I don’t think he is. Most people would think that a guy like Drew would scare me away after what I’ve been through, but he doesn’t. He gives me the ability to not have to think. I can just relax and not have to worry about how each decision I’m making might lead me down the wrong path. Not only that, but he makes me feel like a normal girl again instead of the scared pathetic creature I had become.
On the other hand, I wanted him to understand that the last thing I need in my life is another overprotective jerk. His hands move roughly over my body, and I know without a doubt that there is no way I want him to stop. There is a way, though, that I can take back a little bit of control. I push him off of me, not surprised by the shock on his face. Before he can protest, I stand up and thread my fingers through his hair, tugging a little so that I can gauge his reaction. He groans and I smile in satisfaction. While keeping my grip on his hair, I turn us around and force him down onto the couch while simultaneously lowering myself on top of him.
“What are you—”
“Uh, uh, uh. My turn.”
I drown his upcoming words with my kiss, and in less than a minute his hands are
How the hell do you respond to something like that?
“I see the wheels in your head turning. You want to yell at me, you want to call me an asshole, and walk away without ever looking back. You won’t, though, you know why?”
“Why?” It comes out more like a moan.
“Because you want me as much as I fucking want you. We are amazing together, and as much as you don’t want to admit it, you aren’t gonna find that anywhere else.” His hand cups me and my whole body arches into him as his finger pushes against my clit through my jeans. He moves it in small circles. “Think about this every time the thought of walking away comes into your head. Think about what I do to you and all the things I haven’t even done yet.” He drags his teeth over my earlobe, and before I can react, he moves back to the seat where he had been sitting before.
Is it possible for a woman to get blue balls? Because I swear to God that’s what I have.
“Oh, and I usually don’t like leaving a mark, but it looks fucking sexy on you.” He winks at me.
A mark? What in the hell is he…no. I pull out my phone and turn on the forward facing camera. My mouth instantly drops open. A fucking hickey?! What the hell! Are we in goddamn high school? This is just great; no wonder people have been looking at me all day. “How dare—”
“Yeah, yeah, I know. How dare I…blah, blah, blah. We’re here.” Drew grabs the sweatshirt that seems to always be in his car and pulls it down over my head. The door opens and cameras are flashing all around. He pulls me out of the car and through the crowd. I hold my breath the entire time, afraid to look up. We walk through a hallway and go into one of the rooms. It’s a pretty nice room, but nowhere near as nice as his hotel room.
I spot a set of leather couches, sit down on one, and pull his sweatshirt off of me. As I do, I get a whiff of his scent and I just want to sit here and breathe it in. Then I remember the sign of teenage hormones on my neck and throw the sweatshirt at him. “Why the hell did you do this to me?”
“Because you are so determined to prove that you’re your own person.”
“So what?” I don’t know what the hell is wrong with that. Most men like women who are independent and don’t require them to do everything.
“You are not your own person, you’re mine.” He walks over to me so fast and slams his mouth against mine. I want to fight him and tell him that he’s wrong about me, but I don’t think he is. Most people would think that a guy like Drew would scare me away after what I’ve been through, but he doesn’t. He gives me the ability to not have to think. I can just relax and not have to worry about how each decision I’m making might lead me down the wrong path. Not only that, but he makes me feel like a normal girl again instead of the scared pathetic creature I had become.
On the other hand, I wanted him to understand that the last thing I need in my life is another overprotective jerk. His hands move roughly over my body, and I know without a doubt that there is no way I want him to stop. There is a way, though, that I can take back a little bit of control. I push him off of me, not surprised by the shock on his face. Before he can protest, I stand up and thread my fingers through his hair, tugging a little so that I can gauge his reaction. He groans and I smile in satisfaction. While keeping my grip on his hair, I turn us around and force him down onto the couch while simultaneously lowering myself on top of him.
“What are you—”
“Uh, uh, uh. My turn.”
I drown his upcoming words with my kiss, and in less than a minute his hands are
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