SARAH
My chest suddenly feels tighter. It’s an odd but sweet feeling that has me holding back my smile.
“That’s nasty.” I say, masking my smile with a frown I skillfully shoot his way.
A knowing smile creeps into his face. I know, for a fact, that he can see me for the f*****g liar I am.
Is it nasty that he licked my juices off his face? Yes. Do I want to suck his tongue so I can taste myself so bad? Also yes.
Two very dirty truths can definitely co-exist.
He sits up, and my eyes remain glued to the skin of his chest which his open buttons expose.
I exhale a shaky breath as he pulls me between his legs. One hand tucks my hair behind my ear, carefully tracing every inch of my skin his fingers can reach.
God.
That hand. That thumb. That deep look in his eyes. Everything abou
