"No" biting my nipple.
Sweet baby Jesus, help me.
My body clam with panic. Battling between two conflicting sides. The sensible Adela, who wants to get rid of him and the dangerous, reckless Adela, who wants what he has to offer.
"I want something from you, something you keep holding back."
"And what's that?" I asked my voice low and hoarse, tucking my breast away.
"Your submission. I need more than sixty days...."
"Bullshit." cutting him off.
"Six months"
"Sixty days as we had agree upon." exasperated
"Four months"
Shit. Why was I debating this?
"Three months"
"Five months"
"Okay"
Shit. I just gived in.
The air, hot and tense and it had nothing to do with the humidity. He groaned, sealing his mouth over mines. He moved fast. I saw it coming, but I didn't turn away.
This man was way past perfect. What could I have done. Jamie is to blame for all of this.
I should've killed her. Seriously, I am thinking about the numerous ways.
Darryl's mouth cold, flavored with our champagne. I sighed deeply as his fingers brushed over my soaking mold.
"You are so fucking wet." pushing me more roughly against the wall, his body pressed against mines. I could feel the raging beat of his heart, his kiss deepening.