His mouth tasted like wolf and salt, and when he put his hand at the base of my neck to pull me closer, lukewarm water trailed down my collarbone into my shirt and between my breasts.
"OW," he said into my mouth, and I pulled back. But he didn't look particularly concerned as he looked down at his shoulder where my nails had broken the skin.
"Well that's hot," he said with his almost-smirk.
I couldn't help myself but smirk back before I kissed him again. There was no hesitation as he eagerly kissed me back, running his still wet fingers down my arms to the hem of my camisole. He pulled away to focus on my neck as he gently tugged my shirt up to my breasts, letting his hands linger while giving me a quick kiss before pulling it over my head.
My mind swam with thoughts of right and wrong. About how I was "saving myself" and couldn't. But his soft kisses trailing form my neck, between my breasts, and down to my bellybutton was making wrong seem so right.
Once his mouth was on mine again I knew I was going to sleep with him.
Our tongues fought for dominance as I pushed him back into the bathtub bringing myself in too. His hands went to unzip my now wet pants, suddenly remembering I wasn't wearing any underwear.
"Commando," he said dropping my ruined designer jeans on the bathroom floor.
"Is there any other way?" I asked quoting him from the other day.
I didn't get an answer as he flipped me on my back, taking full control of the situation, his body pressing down on me, his mouth finally back to mine."
I decided to end it there. Let you fill in the missing pieces. I took two of Maggie's paragraphs' just to have the story flow. I'm kind of on the fence with this one. It's alright. Nothing special.
I DO NOT OWN LINGER!
NOR DO I OWN COLE OR ISABEL.