I looked down at his sensual lips and moistened my own lip, already reminiscing the taste and feel and skill of those lips. He grabbed my arm and pulled me closer, leaning down slowly to bring his lips closer to mine.
My breath quickened in anticipation as I felt his warm breath brush over my lips. His hand on my arm burned pleasurably hot. I felt my lips part in invitation, my face slightly lifting up in an attempt to get closer to his. My lips tingled with expectation, feeling him get even closer, so f*****g close that I felt a ghost brush of his lips on mine.
And he leaned away.
My eyes widened in confusion. “What are you doing?”
His gaze on me was dark, devilish. “Do you still want to leave?”
It dawned on me that he was playing. He was getting me all worked up, lusty and needy for
