Darian pulls back, eyes wide and face flustered. He takes a step back, and another with his hand in front of me. "Don't..." He groans, hands dropping to his midsection to hide the bulge in his pants that I have already noted. "Don't f*****g do that."
I feel hot and ashamed, but I'd be damned if I let him see that. I smirk instead. It is my go-to. "Why? Scared?"
He doesn't smile back. He glances at me warily. "What do you want?"
My hand is suddenly in my hair and I am twirling a strand around my finger shyly. Or at least, I try to look shy. "I've been thinking about what you said."
"Which part?" He says, walking to the drawn blinds and pulling tightly on them, unleashing rays of sunlight and a cool, pleasant breeze into the room that discards the faint scent of arousal oozing off of him
