Arrived in the bedroom, Goren indicated with the hand to Eames a shirt to him, posed and folded on a chair.
- If you want to for sleep...
To sleep...
But Eames didn't want to sleep at all.
She had many other ideas in mind.
Or it took two...
And preferably...
A bed was needed.
Eames moved slightly away from Goren, to push the sheet aside, and moved closer to him, guiding him to the bed, and making him sit down.
Eames walked over to the chair, and took Goren's shirt in her hands, and went into the living room to change, where she had left all her things.
Damn it...
How was he going to get rid of the little blonde now...
Not that she was bothering him.
But that Eames could sleep here...
And with him...
Her little body was sticking to his.
He burst into flames.
At the small steps of Eames, who was coming closer to him, Goren snapped out of his thoughts, trying to recompose a face.
Eames entered the bedroom, his hands nervously gripping the fabric.
My God...
What an enchanting vision.
Eames looked so seductive in her shirt.
She revealed her slim waist through the loose fabric.
He could glimpse her small breasts, thanks to the neckline of the shirt, of which she had not closed all the top buttons.
And the vision of her legs, long and thin.
Good God...
Eames really did have a beautiful body.
And it was after him that she was asking...
He became even more inflamed.
But he had to control himself.
Eames was too small...
Too thin compared to him.
And therefore not compatible with him sexually.
He couldn't consider hurting her just for some sex.
Goren had to make a monster effort on himself...
To hide the trouble she was making him have.
Eames raised his head, his big hazel eyes shining with the little flame he knew so well, and which told him that she was preparing a new assault.
Eames moved with a decided step towards Goren, not leaving him of the eyes.
Ah no.
Eames was not going to do it again.
And yet...
His eyes so bright...
And his face so expressive...
Him said she would.
Damn it...
Would Eames ever calm down...
Until she got what she wanted.
When she reached Goren, Eames stumbled and fell with all her weight on top of him, causing him to topple over with her, back to bed.
Goren's heart stopped.
He did not move, as if forbidden.
Oh the pest...
She had dared.
She was really hopeless.
To feel her little body against his, her little breasts brushing his chest...
disturbed him to the core.
But he pulled himself together.
No.
He would not give in to the whims of the she-devil.
- Alex...
At Goren's voice, vibrating with reproach, Eames could not hold back the hilarity that rose in her.
And she burst out laughing.
Good God...
He had seen through her game.
With gentleness, but firmness, he pulled Eames away from him, tipped her over on her side.
- You're really deseperating.
At his words, Eames stopped laughing, and came closer to him, put her hands and face against his chest.
- Alex... I said...
Damn it...
Why did Goren think right away, that she would try, anything and everything.
When at that very moment...
She just wanted tenderness...
And to be in his arms.
- I wouldn't try anything... She hugged herself tighter to him, her little breasts brushing against his belly. I just want to be in your arms...
Just to be in your arms...
At her words, Goren blushed violently, his heart pounding in his chest.
Was it true...
Eames just wanted to be in his arms...
And wouldn't try anything...
- Bobby...
At the softness of Eames' voice, Goren understood that Eames was serious, and she would not try anything.
If it was just what she asked for.
Then why not.
There was no harm in it.
So with gently, Goren wrapped his arms around Eames' waist, held her delicately against him, and rested his chin on her little golden head.