Eva's POV
Aaron lifts my shirt to my neck, as he lowers himself down my torso, trailing kisses while playing with my boobs.
My legs tighten around his waist. My body erupts in shivers, I feel hot and cold. I don't want him to stop.
I'm so far gone that I don't realize he's stopped nibbling my torso with kisses.
My eyes open when my body signals to me that Aaron's lips aren't on me anymore.
It's pathetic that I frown at him when he shoots me a smile that almost dizzies me.
"What's wrong?" He asks cockily.
"I didn't think you were in the mood for games," I spit out impatiently.
"Okay, then get off me if you're not going to..."
Although I feel slightly enraged for needing him like this, all the spite and fire can't make me complete my sentence.
Going to what...
