Page 27 of Sticky Fingers
“We’re not ending the night with a simple kiss on the cheek,” he whispers, a hard edge to his words. An edge that tells me he won’t be denied.
He pushes me up against the wall, and his lips devour me.
His hands are on my hips but then migrate downward to grip my ass. I moan as I feel his hard cock rub against me. My hands thread into his hair, and I kiss him back with all the pent-up desire burning my soul.
He groans as the kiss deepens, his fingers digging deep into my flesh.
Soon enough though, my senses break through, and I push against him. I meant it when I said this shouldn’t—and wouldn’t—go any further tonight.
He stares down at me for a few seconds. I can see him struggling to let me go.
Finally, he steps back.
“Now that’s a good night kiss,” he says with a smirk. “Sweet dreams, Sonia Sawyer.”
I can’t even decide who scored a point right now. I managed to push him away and get what I wanted, which was not to fall in bed with him, but then again…he left me wanting him in my bed twice as much.
I sigh. We’ll call it a tie for now.
