CHAPTER 22: A certain part of you
“I still don’t like you,” she breathed against my mouth, her voice raw, frustrated, honest in a way that suggested that it was hard for her to be with me.
Her reassurance was enough for me.
I chuckled, low and unsteady. “That’s fine,” I said, tightening my grip on her thighs. “You don’t have to like me. I'm not fond of you either… at least all of you,” I smirked, suggestively.
She glared at me. “I don’t like you,” she snapped again, biting at my bottom lip, dragging it between her teeth, then letting go with a snap. “But I know what I want. Right now. I like a certain part of you better.”
“Yeah?” I smirked, “Touché.”
I began to back us towards the living room. She peppered hot kisses along my jaw and throat. “I take back my words. I think I might
