say I do. That bothers you? The fact I’m honest?”
“It should, but it doesn’t. I guess the part that bothers me is your confidence that it doesn’t. Like you know that I know it doesn’t.”
I laugh at her babble. “I have no idea what you just said.”
“You confuse me,” she murmurs so low, I barely heard it.
“I’ll try not to be an obnoxious prick if you try not to be an obvious bitch. Deal?” I reach my hand over, and she shakes it nodding.
“We seem to be making a lot of deals.”
“Except ones that I’d like to make.”
“There’s that inner prick again.”
I move to stand before her. She looks up with her huge brown eyes, waiting for me to speak. “It was just a kiss, Ella. True, it made me want to fuck you senseless right here, right now. But you’re absolutely right, that’s just the prick in me. The nice guy in me just wants to hold you for hours and continue to enjoy kissing you. The problem is you want neither to happen.” Impulsively, I bend to kiss her lips forcibly. While remaining an inch away from her face, I whisper, “The sun will be up soon. It’s spectacular to watch...orgasmic.” When she gapes at me, I plant another hard kiss on her lips before ducking back inside.
Fuck, do I want her.
By just tasting her lips, I’m hard as a rock. Reluctantly, I decide to take a shower to relieve the urges that Ella has caused.
What kind of man admits he wants to fuck a woman senseless that he barely knows?
What kind of woman likes it?
He claims he doesn’t play games. He’s a fucking liar. He’s playing mind games, and I don’t like it. I don’t like the way he makes me feel. In his presence, I’m a stupid, dumbstruck, scattered brain mess of a woman. I teeter between hating him and wanting him. Even while hating him, I still want him. When I want him, I hate him for making me want him.
I’m quite aware this makes me sound like an absolute lunatic.
The sun slowly begins to appear, and he’s right. It’s spectacular and orgasmic. I’ve seen the sunrise over the ocean plenty of times. Each and every time it takes my breath away. I move toward the banister in a hypnotic state. As more of the orange orb appears, it looks as if it’s bobbing on the surf. The color is stunning, the deepest orange I’ve ever seen.
The sound of the patio door sliding open causes my heart to flip inside my chest. I can still feel the tingle on my lips from his kiss. He left me completely turned on, pulsing all over, and completely confused. When I feel him stand beside me, I turn to look at him. He stares ahead with a peaceful look on his face. His hair is wet. A droplet of water rolling down his neck catches my eye.
“Have you ever seen anything more beautiful?”
“No,” I respond, still staring at him.
I haven’t.
Just as he turns, I shift my gaze toward the sun that continues to rise.
“I am, too,” he says to my profile.
While still staring at the sunrise, I ask, “You are what?” I fight the urge to look at him. I worry if I do, this time I’ll be the one to crush my lips against his.
“I’m also confused. You confuse me, too.”
I lose my battle and slowly turn to face him. He skims over my face with his gaze, landing on my parted lips and waiting a few seconds before moving back up to my eyes. “You confuse me,” he repeats.
“In what way?”
“In every way.” He sneaks a glance at the sunrise before he turns to face me. “I don’t want you to take this the wrong way. Can you try not to get all angry at me like you usually do?”
“I’ll try.”
“When I’m not near you, you never cross my mind. When I am near you, you take over my every thought.”
He watches as I process his words. His admission stings a bit. The difference between us, I’ve been thinking about him constantly. I reason it’s because he’s a guy, a typical self-centered-because-the-world-revolves-around-him guy. The fact that I am on his mind at least part of the time
“It should, but it doesn’t. I guess the part that bothers me is your confidence that it doesn’t. Like you know that I know it doesn’t.”
I laugh at her babble. “I have no idea what you just said.”
“You confuse me,” she murmurs so low, I barely heard it.
“I’ll try not to be an obnoxious prick if you try not to be an obvious bitch. Deal?” I reach my hand over, and she shakes it nodding.
“We seem to be making a lot of deals.”
“Except ones that I’d like to make.”
“There’s that inner prick again.”
I move to stand before her. She looks up with her huge brown eyes, waiting for me to speak. “It was just a kiss, Ella. True, it made me want to fuck you senseless right here, right now. But you’re absolutely right, that’s just the prick in me. The nice guy in me just wants to hold you for hours and continue to enjoy kissing you. The problem is you want neither to happen.” Impulsively, I bend to kiss her lips forcibly. While remaining an inch away from her face, I whisper, “The sun will be up soon. It’s spectacular to watch...orgasmic.” When she gapes at me, I plant another hard kiss on her lips before ducking back inside.
Fuck, do I want her.
By just tasting her lips, I’m hard as a rock. Reluctantly, I decide to take a shower to relieve the urges that Ella has caused.
What kind of man admits he wants to fuck a woman senseless that he barely knows?
What kind of woman likes it?
He claims he doesn’t play games. He’s a fucking liar. He’s playing mind games, and I don’t like it. I don’t like the way he makes me feel. In his presence, I’m a stupid, dumbstruck, scattered brain mess of a woman. I teeter between hating him and wanting him. Even while hating him, I still want him. When I want him, I hate him for making me want him.
I’m quite aware this makes me sound like an absolute lunatic.
The sun slowly begins to appear, and he’s right. It’s spectacular and orgasmic. I’ve seen the sunrise over the ocean plenty of times. Each and every time it takes my breath away. I move toward the banister in a hypnotic state. As more of the orange orb appears, it looks as if it’s bobbing on the surf. The color is stunning, the deepest orange I’ve ever seen.
The sound of the patio door sliding open causes my heart to flip inside my chest. I can still feel the tingle on my lips from his kiss. He left me completely turned on, pulsing all over, and completely confused. When I feel him stand beside me, I turn to look at him. He stares ahead with a peaceful look on his face. His hair is wet. A droplet of water rolling down his neck catches my eye.
“Have you ever seen anything more beautiful?”
“No,” I respond, still staring at him.
I haven’t.
Just as he turns, I shift my gaze toward the sun that continues to rise.
“I am, too,” he says to my profile.
While still staring at the sunrise, I ask, “You are what?” I fight the urge to look at him. I worry if I do, this time I’ll be the one to crush my lips against his.
“I’m also confused. You confuse me, too.”
I lose my battle and slowly turn to face him. He skims over my face with his gaze, landing on my parted lips and waiting a few seconds before moving back up to my eyes. “You confuse me,” he repeats.
“In what way?”
“In every way.” He sneaks a glance at the sunrise before he turns to face me. “I don’t want you to take this the wrong way. Can you try not to get all angry at me like you usually do?”
“I’ll try.”
“When I’m not near you, you never cross my mind. When I am near you, you take over my every thought.”
He watches as I process his words. His admission stings a bit. The difference between us, I’ve been thinking about him constantly. I reason it’s because he’s a guy, a typical self-centered-because-the-world-revolves-around-him guy. The fact that I am on his mind at least part of the time
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