brought out this side of him that, as much as he shouldn’t allow her to reduce him to arguing like a couple of teenagers, he couldn’t resist it. He couldn’t resist her… never could.
“In your dreams…” she spat.
“And in yours… I’m betting,” he replied right on the heels of her denial.
God knows, she’d been in several of his dreams over the past weeks since he’d been back in town. She’d rounded out a little bit over the years and that excited him even more.
He could tear her up without fear of truly hurting her. His erection was nearly painful and he made no effort to hide it. He even drew her attention to it by looking down at himself and then back to her.
“You must remember things that I don’t because it wasn’t near good enough that I would allow you to use me again, like you did back then,” she replied angrily, a flush staining her cheeks.
The look on her face was giving away the fact that not only had she noticed his reaction to their foreplay argument, she also remembered how good it had been between them.
“Hell, I can get satisfaction with the right toy and some double A batteries, with none of the drama afterwards,” she huffed.
Just like that they were back there… all because she couldn’t… wouldn’t … stop right before the line. No… not Sherri… she was made to cross every line.
Unable to stop the electric jolt her words created in him, with lightning speed he reached out and cupped the back of her neck with his hand, bringing his mouth to hers in a brutal kiss meant to punish and conquer as much as consume.
As though nothing had changed in the ten years they’d been apart, she pushed and slapped at him until he finally released her.
If she was going to seriously hit him, it should be coming any second now and when it did he’d be dragging her ass into his apartment and keeping her in his bed until he’d had his fill of her.
Instead, she pulled out the one weapon that could bring him to his knees… her tears. Her eyes were full to the brim with them. Her face was scrunched with anger but she didn’t slap him and she didn’t let a single teardrop fall.
She launched herself at him, hitting him and kissing him at the same time. Where minutes ago he’d had some control over himself, now that was gone too.
Smacking his chest and arms repeatedly with her hands, she pulled back long enough to say, “I hate you so much,” before her mouth found his again. After pulling at him in an effort to get as close to him as possible, her mind again changed. She went back to smacking his chest and arms and any other parts of him she could reach.
He allowed it for just a second before grabbing her face between his hands to put a stop to her indecision by pulling back where she couldn’t brand his body with the passion and fire in her kisses.
Attempting not to be too rough but get her under control at the same time, his grip on her face tightened and her hands came up to cover his. Leaning down he rested his forehead against hers and her eyes met his for the first time since she’d lashed out at him. Finally a single tear slid down one cheek.
Sherri crying tore at him like nothing else in the world but he hurt too, damn it. She was supposed to come to him… help him build his dreams and she hadn’t. Now that she was realizing how much she’d missed him, how good things were between them at one time, she was angry about it.
She could smack him, pull his hair and punish him in whatever way she could think of for the feelings in her that she couldn’t handle… but there was a line and she’d crossed it.
“Only I am allowed to use toys on you, Sherri,” he whispered angrily. “You remember? Only me!”
A whimper of desire escaped her and she heard it as well. Her mind finally settled on a course of action and she tried to pull away from him. He held her face in his hands a little tighter, anchoring her to the spot, and then moved up close to her.
“Go
“In your dreams…” she spat.
“And in yours… I’m betting,” he replied right on the heels of her denial.
God knows, she’d been in several of his dreams over the past weeks since he’d been back in town. She’d rounded out a little bit over the years and that excited him even more.
He could tear her up without fear of truly hurting her. His erection was nearly painful and he made no effort to hide it. He even drew her attention to it by looking down at himself and then back to her.
“You must remember things that I don’t because it wasn’t near good enough that I would allow you to use me again, like you did back then,” she replied angrily, a flush staining her cheeks.
The look on her face was giving away the fact that not only had she noticed his reaction to their foreplay argument, she also remembered how good it had been between them.
“Hell, I can get satisfaction with the right toy and some double A batteries, with none of the drama afterwards,” she huffed.
Just like that they were back there… all because she couldn’t… wouldn’t … stop right before the line. No… not Sherri… she was made to cross every line.
Unable to stop the electric jolt her words created in him, with lightning speed he reached out and cupped the back of her neck with his hand, bringing his mouth to hers in a brutal kiss meant to punish and conquer as much as consume.
As though nothing had changed in the ten years they’d been apart, she pushed and slapped at him until he finally released her.
If she was going to seriously hit him, it should be coming any second now and when it did he’d be dragging her ass into his apartment and keeping her in his bed until he’d had his fill of her.
Instead, she pulled out the one weapon that could bring him to his knees… her tears. Her eyes were full to the brim with them. Her face was scrunched with anger but she didn’t slap him and she didn’t let a single teardrop fall.
She launched herself at him, hitting him and kissing him at the same time. Where minutes ago he’d had some control over himself, now that was gone too.
Smacking his chest and arms repeatedly with her hands, she pulled back long enough to say, “I hate you so much,” before her mouth found his again. After pulling at him in an effort to get as close to him as possible, her mind again changed. She went back to smacking his chest and arms and any other parts of him she could reach.
He allowed it for just a second before grabbing her face between his hands to put a stop to her indecision by pulling back where she couldn’t brand his body with the passion and fire in her kisses.
Attempting not to be too rough but get her under control at the same time, his grip on her face tightened and her hands came up to cover his. Leaning down he rested his forehead against hers and her eyes met his for the first time since she’d lashed out at him. Finally a single tear slid down one cheek.
Sherri crying tore at him like nothing else in the world but he hurt too, damn it. She was supposed to come to him… help him build his dreams and she hadn’t. Now that she was realizing how much she’d missed him, how good things were between them at one time, she was angry about it.
She could smack him, pull his hair and punish him in whatever way she could think of for the feelings in her that she couldn’t handle… but there was a line and she’d crossed it.
“Only I am allowed to use toys on you, Sherri,” he whispered angrily. “You remember? Only me!”
A whimper of desire escaped her and she heard it as well. Her mind finally settled on a course of action and she tried to pull away from him. He held her face in his hands a little tighter, anchoring her to the spot, and then moved up close to her.
“Go
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