— Decent , right? — he questions with his eyes boring into mine. I see anger, humor, defiance, all mixed together with desire. His breath flutters over my face, his lips inches from mine - so close that I clench my fists to resist the temptation to kiss him.
It takes all my composure to maintain my charade of indifference. To hide how much he turns me on, fires my insides, and breaks my control with just the sound of his voice, the feel of his touch, and the hint of his dominant nature.
I deliberately bite my bottom lip and look up with the thought of bringing my eyes back to his. — Hmmm, a little above average, I'd say. — sarcasm dripping from every word as I smile at him, lying through my teeth and then more.
— Maybe I need to show you again. I guarantee that decent is not worthy of a
