Disclaimers: The usual. I don't own these characters, Cameron & Eglee,
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I know he's watching me, and he knows I know it. I can feel him undressing me with his eyes, setting my skin on fire. This is my game. I know just what buttons to push to torture him. What he doesn't know is that it's torture for me too. It's taking every ounce of willpower I have in my bones not to go over there and pounce on him right in front of all these people.
Poor Sketchy thinks he actually has a chance with me. Sorry, but the man of my dreams is sitting right over there in all his genetically perfect transgenic glory. Man of my dreams? Wait, when the hell did that happen? I've never felt this way about any man before. Damn, I think he put the whammy on me.
He's what every woman wants. He's handsome and intelligent. His body is amazing, but not nearly as amazing as his mind. His eyes...he has the most beautiful eyes I've ever seen. Then there's that famous cocky attitude of his. He thinks he's God's gift to women, but really he's just God's gift to me. He gives me that smirk and all my defenses go to hell. I've got him under my skin and I wouldn't have it any other way.
He tried so hard to push me away, and for a second I believed he truly didn't want me. I wanted to make it easy on myself and just walk away. I wanted to keep my heart from being broken again, but something kept pulling me back to him. Now I'm glad I called his bluff.
None of them can understand why I'm with him. Max and Logan both think he's an asshole. Sometimes he is, but that's not all there is to him. They don't see the side of him I get to see. All they see is the hard outer shell...they see him with his guard up. Sure he's had his share of women, just like I've had my share of men. They wouldn't know that because they don't really know me, and they don't understand us. They see me as some fragile little thing that needs protecting, but that's not me. It doesn't matter, because we know each other better than we know ourselves.
Maybe that's what makes him so special. Maybe that's what makes him different from all the others. The ones who thought they were using me, but instead they were the ones being used. The ones who woke up to find me long gone before daylight without so much as a "goodbye". But him, he's amazing.
He has this sensitive side that he doesn't show to anyone but me. He's not like any man I've ever known. When he's with me I know that I'm the most important thing in the world to him. When we make love, it's like we're made to fit together. His ministrations are so soft and gentle, like his only goal is pleasing me and he knows just how to do it. He put the whammy on me; that has to be what makes me feel the way I do.
That has to be why just thinking about him makes my brain turn to mush. It couldn't be how I feel so safe in his arms. It couldn't be the way his touch sets my skin on fire. It couldn't be the way seeing him smile makes me giggle like a schoolgirl. It couldn't be the way my fingers feel running through his hair. It couldn't be the way his lips feel, or the way his kisses make my knees weak. Lips so soft that I want them all over me constantly.
He put the whammy on me. That's what makes me crave him. That's what makes me crave his touch, the feel of his skin against mine. That's what makes me want to wrap my legs around him. I just want to feel him over me, under me, all around me. That's what makes me want to kiss him, smell him, love him, taste him, ravage him like there's no tomorrow. That's why I couldn't walk away from him no matter how hard he pushed.
He put the whammy on me. That's what makes me pretend to be sleeping when I feel the weight of his hand on my stomach. That's what makes me dream of the day when he'll feel our baby kick when he does that. He makes me think about things that haven't crossed my mind since I was a kid. Like marriage, and babies, and wedding colors. I don't have to be his wife as long as I can be with him forever. I love him more every second, and every minute he has my heart just a little tighter in his grip. Damn I love that man.
Yeah, he put the whammy on me.
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I know he's watching me, and he knows I know it. I can feel him undressing me with his eyes, setting my skin on fire. This is my game. I know just what buttons to push to torture him. What he doesn't know is that it's torture for me too. It's taking every ounce of willpower I have in my bones not to go over there and pounce on him right in front of all these people.
Poor Sketchy thinks he actually has a chance with me. Sorry, but the man of my dreams is sitting right over there in all his genetically perfect transgenic glory. Man of my dreams? Wait, when the hell did that happen? I've never felt this way about any man before. Damn, I think he put the whammy on me.
He's what every woman wants. He's handsome and intelligent. His body is amazing, but not nearly as amazing as his mind. His eyes...he has the most beautiful eyes I've ever seen. Then there's that famous cocky attitude of his. He thinks he's God's gift to women, but really he's just God's gift to me. He gives me that smirk and all my defenses go to hell. I've got him under my skin and I wouldn't have it any other way.
He tried so hard to push me away, and for a second I believed he truly didn't want me. I wanted to make it easy on myself and just walk away. I wanted to keep my heart from being broken again, but something kept pulling me back to him. Now I'm glad I called his bluff.
None of them can understand why I'm with him. Max and Logan both think he's an asshole. Sometimes he is, but that's not all there is to him. They don't see the side of him I get to see. All they see is the hard outer shell...they see him with his guard up. Sure he's had his share of women, just like I've had my share of men. They wouldn't know that because they don't really know me, and they don't understand us. They see me as some fragile little thing that needs protecting, but that's not me. It doesn't matter, because we know each other better than we know ourselves.
Maybe that's what makes him so special. Maybe that's what makes him different from all the others. The ones who thought they were using me, but instead they were the ones being used. The ones who woke up to find me long gone before daylight without so much as a "goodbye". But him, he's amazing.
He has this sensitive side that he doesn't show to anyone but me. He's not like any man I've ever known. When he's with me I know that I'm the most important thing in the world to him. When we make love, it's like we're made to fit together. His ministrations are so soft and gentle, like his only goal is pleasing me and he knows just how to do it. He put the whammy on me; that has to be what makes me feel the way I do.
That has to be why just thinking about him makes my brain turn to mush. It couldn't be how I feel so safe in his arms. It couldn't be the way his touch sets my skin on fire. It couldn't be the way seeing him smile makes me giggle like a schoolgirl. It couldn't be the way my fingers feel running through his hair. It couldn't be the way his lips feel, or the way his kisses make my knees weak. Lips so soft that I want them all over me constantly.
He put the whammy on me. That's what makes me crave him. That's what makes me crave his touch, the feel of his skin against mine. That's what makes me want to wrap my legs around him. I just want to feel him over me, under me, all around me. That's what makes me want to kiss him, smell him, love him, taste him, ravage him like there's no tomorrow. That's why I couldn't walk away from him no matter how hard he pushed.
He put the whammy on me. That's what makes me pretend to be sleeping when I feel the weight of his hand on my stomach. That's what makes me dream of the day when he'll feel our baby kick when he does that. He makes me think about things that haven't crossed my mind since I was a kid. Like marriage, and babies, and wedding colors. I don't have to be his wife as long as I can be with him forever. I love him more every second, and every minute he has my heart just a little tighter in his grip. Damn I love that man.
Yeah, he put the whammy on me.
