"Oh, I always knew you weren't a gentleman." I jest, biting my lip unable to tear my gaze from his mouth either.
You're perfection.
"Hey! I've been very well behaved. You have no idea the kind of thoughts that went through my head concerning you." He catches my wrists and pins them over my head with one hand, his other sliding up from my waist and along my ribs suggestively.
"None of that surprises me, you and your ex-rated mind. I always knew you had Casanova tendencies." I tremble with shivers as his touch ignites feelings inside me that are equally ex-rated, and I tense my thighs together to fight insane urges.
"Cheeky!" He plants a swift kiss on my lips then leans back to continue watching me. He lets my hands go, "You're beautiful, and you're all mine!" We smile at one another, th
