I’d rather claw my eyes out than have them subjected to that crap. Suddenly I feel cool hands around my waist, and then I turn to face the pale eyes.
“I don’t want them,” he murmurs softly as his thumb strolls over my bottom lip, stealing my breath.
“You don’t want them? It seems like you’re enjoying the attention. It’s not like it’s my business.”
He smirks as he pulls my body closer, and I don’t fight him. I just let him reel me in and hold me to him.
“It is your business because you’re what I want. I’m sick of waiting on you to tell me how you really feel, and I’m tired of getting groped by the relentless girls over there. Stay with me tonight. I expect you to,” he says, a grin emerging on his delicious lips as he mocks me slightly.
I sigh out, shaking my head, and I push away from him. I’m already teetering on the edge of love’s doorstep. I can’t keep putting myself in positions like this.
“Maybe some other time. Go. Have fun. Be social,” I mumble while walking away, feeling his eyes dropping as opposed to seeing them.
What’s wrong with me? I want him so badly, so why am I holding my own self back?
Something snaps as I crawl into my tent. Something odd and vaguely familiar stirs inside me. I feel the taste of seduction burning on my lips as if I own its power. I feel my body wanting, needing Jase, and in an instant, I lose all my inhibitions.
I pull on my sexiest ensemble before reemerging from the tent. Drunken fools laugh, and I tilt my head from side to side as I taste the lust in the air that only seems to empower me, driving me to the one man I want.
“Holy fucking shit,” a guy coughs out when his eyes fall on the shirt that is barely hiding my secrets.
The red, sheer fabric only hides my breasts with a darker red fabric, and the back is completely out until it dangles at my waist - connected at the sides.
My tight dark leather pants suction to me, as the black shares space with red streaks. My daring heels glide across the ground without sinking in, their uranium tips threatening anyone who dares cross a line.
I feel powerful right now. I feel desirable, and I feel unstoppable.
Jase has a girl hanging on his arm, though he’s completely ignoring her as he speaks to another guy. Suddenly the guy he’s speaking to coughs on his whiskey, sputtering it back into his cup when his eyes fall on me.
Jase laughs lightly before turning to see what the hell has choked him up, and his breath leaves his lungs in one gust. The girl on his arm tightens her hold, but he shakes free from her while standing to meet me.
“I changed my mind,” I whisper, and I feel his arms around my waist and his lips on mine before I can even blink.
He pulls me so tight, it almost hurts. My hands tangle in his hair, my lips own his, and his body becomes my servant.
His lips devour mine with a fervency I hadn’t thought possible. I feel his firmness pressing against me, making me ready to fuck him in front of all the eyes staring at our passionate entanglement.
He smiles behind the kiss, and I jump up so that my knees rest on his hips. He grips my ass as he starts walking away with me, his smile only growing behind our kiss.
I feel the wind swishing against my back as his slow walk becomes a sprint, and then I feel the lush, soft grass replacing the touch of the wind. We're so far away from camp I can’t even hear the music.
He pulls back to rip his shirt over his head, and the moonlight casts a glow on his incredible body that no image could capture. That salacious smile spreads as my hands start jerking his pants open, and he stands to remove them before returning to me.
His lips start their heavenly trails against my neck, and then he slides my slinky shirt over my head before finding my lips once again.
Mmm. Damn, he tastes so fucking good.
His smile returns as his lips trail down my chest, lightly stroking my breasts before heading down farther to find the top line of my pants. I moan as his tongue dances around the band of my leather before he very slowly begins pulling them down, drawing out the suspense as his divinely soft lips trail down with the material.
My breath hitches when I feel the cool breeze of his breath against the heat of my sex, and then I feel his lips pressing firmly against me through the lace of my underwear. My hands tangle in my own hair when my back arches from the suspenseful torture.
He smiles against my inner thigh as his teeth graze it, biting down just slightly and leaving me hungry for more. I want to feel his bite - his real bite. I want my blood to flow into his mouth, and I want to feel the erotic ecstasy I’ve only ever dreamed about that follows it.
I hear the tearing of my underwear as he rips them away. His composure has lost the fight with his desire to have me. Then I feel his tongue, his soft lips, and his delectably incredible cool breath working in unison on the most sensitive spot of my body.
I squirm under the feeling that is almost too surreal, and his hands grip my hips to pull me tighter to his face. I moan out louder, a girly squeak lacing itself in my rasp breaths.
My eyes roll back in my head before my lids shut over them. His touch is heaven to me. If I was ever going to taste the afterlife, I’d pray it felt just like this.
