“Bernice…” he rasped, his voice low and rough with need.
“Yes Rojan…” she answered, feeling a wave of excitement rush through her.
"Please don't move…I want this…" he said as he drew close to her, his hand sliding across her waist as he pulled her to him.
“Oh Rojan…” she poured like a cat; she felt her worn-out pajamas grow wet with want.
His head finally began to descend, his eyes fixed in the direction of her lips. Her lips parted in welcome, as his warm breaths warmed her skin. His lips were mere inches from hers. Was she to get what she had been desiring?
“Got you!” he said in triumph as he pulled back from her. His hands dropped to his sides and he held a victorious countenance.
Bernice blinked, confused. What the hell just happened? “Did you just try to toy with me?” her voice
