She looks so sexy just sitting there. Curled up on the couch, book in one hand, a glass of red wine in the other. Her hips are canted to one side with her legs tucked beneath her. The hand that holds the book is propped up on the arm on the couch, trembling ever so slightly as her eyes hungrily devour each line.

Her lower lip is caught between her teeth; her cheeks painted a pale pink. An impish smirk flits across her face, her pupils dilated and dark. Her chest rises and falls rhythmically, her nostrils slightly flared.

Her golden hair is draped over a single shoulder, her voluminous bangs pushed back. Her dark-rimmed glasses frame her face, highlighting the small smattering of freckles that dust her nose.

She is the image of absolute seduction, and I am powerless to resist.

She is so immersed in the text that she hasn't even noticed my presence and, I take my time drinking her in. I watch as she lifts the glass and takes a sip, the rich liquid staining her lips. Slowly, I walk to where she sits. Like a magnet, she pulls me in.

My fingers wrap around the stem of her glass and the free edge of her book. Startled, she gasps, and our eyes meet.

She knows what I want.

With our gazes locked, I take the items from her grasp and place them on the table beside me. I lift one leg and then the other, straddling her lap as she shifts to a proper seat.

I place my hands on her shoulders, sliding them up her neck before tangling them in her hair. Slowly, I lean in.

Closer and closer, I draw, her lips parting in preparation for a kiss that never comes. I tilt my head to the side, my breathing audible as my mouth hovers directly over her ear.

"Fuck me." I husk.

She shivers bodily.

"Make me scream."