I pushed him back; he was still in shock from nearly touching me there. Well, if I had it my way, he would be doing more than touching. His legs hit the edge of the bed and I forced him to sit down.
I straddled him. If he thought he was in charge before, then he was wrong. I was going to get what I wanted out of him. I knew I had him by the stern look on his face and the sharp breathing. All from nearly touching me. I couldn’t stop the smile.
My mouth went to his ear. “Don’t you want to touch what is yours?” I made my voice come out softer, luring him in. My hands went over his and I attempted to push them up. “Don’t you want to explore what is yours?”
“Hannah, stop.”
I attempted to push his hands up but they were super glued to me and gripping me tightly. Fine, if he wouldn’t move his hand then I’d just force myself on him. I’d break the control he had. I would snap it in half.
“You going to fight me?” I looked him in the eye. He wasn’t just fighting me, he was also fighting himself. “Well, if you won’t touch, I’ll just make you see.”
He didn’t realize what I meant till my hands went to the hem of my singlet and I went to pull it off. He realized what I was doing when he saw me peel it off. His eyes went wide and his super glued hands were off me but he was too late. I dropped the singlet on the floor.