Her lips are so fucking soft and she kisses like a fucking champion. I feel myself trace the outline of her pouty, bottom lip with my tongue and hear her gasp when the cold metal of my tongue bar meets her buttery soft lip.
My hands have a mind of their own as they push her parka off her arms, onto the floor. She pulled away, lips puffy and eyes heavy-lidded.
"What's that for, little Doe? You didn't even call me and now you're all over my shit?" I whisper to her, her face in my hands. She looks hot, flustered and so fucking sexy.
She blushes even more, her chest heaving as she looks up at me, eyes big and so fucking brown they're like melted chocolate and they stare right through me, all the fucking way to my tarnished soul.
I can't kill her. I just can't. Not right now, at least. Besides, this is my hotel room and I can't have a dead body here. There's too much of me here, plus this hotel is her place of employment. It's too fucking risky.
"I'm sorry, I should really go." She rambled, bending over to pick up the dawn parka. She wouldn't need that in Miami. I've seen more parkas in my time here than I have before in my life.
I grab her arm and twirl her around, making sure my boot ends up on the knife on the floor.
"Sorry for kissing me? Or not calling me like I fucking asked you?" I push her backwards so her ass sits at the edge of the desk, my body leaning against hers. I bet she can feel me, how hard she makes me after just one fucking kiss. It's like I'm back in high school, skipping Spanish to go meet a girl in the supply closet.
"I don't know." She's cute like this, innocent — but I know she's not. I can see it in the way she looks at me; eyes full of hunger and her thighs pressed together.
"I don't know why I kissed you. Sorry, I—" I cut her off mid-sentence with my lips on hers. I need to fucking kill her, but I want to fucking kiss her; fuck her.
It's not nice to play with your food, Masen.
I feel little Doe melt into me, mold against my body perfectly, and I feel she's hiding such a banging body underneath her clothes. She moans when my tongue flicks out again. I swear I can almost hear my tongue bar sizzle when her hot little mouth opens for me. My hands are roaming her back, grazing her ass and she seems to like it. A little mewl escapes her as I lift her up and put her down on the desk. Her legs open and she draws me in, her long-ass legs strong for such a little thing as she presses her thighs against mine.
She breathes heavily when I pull back, leans the back of her head against the mirror. I catch a glimpse of myself, my cheeks flushed and my eyes bright, so fucking green it scares me.
Fuck.
She's gonna fucking kill me.