Her lips taste like heaven and nectarine.
It was so sweet that it nearly blew my mind.
She gasped against my mouth.
But, I moaned.
The kiss lasted a second.
And when I drew back, I saw her stunned for the first time with wide eyes.
For once, she looked completely speechless to me with her entire face flushed.
Her lips were still slightly parted.
The surprise soon vanished.
And suddenly, her expression hardened into something that was kind of dangerous.
"Did you just steal a kiss from me like some sloppy rom-com loser?" She breathed.
I rolled my eyes slightly.
There was traces of subtle anger.
She grabbed the front of my shirt again, gently, yanking me closer.
But instead of shoving me away like last time, she did something else this time.
Her free hand smacked me right against the wall that was beside your head.
"You have got one chance to make that worth my while Bluey," she said.
Slight confusion was what stole my brain for a moment longer than normal.
"You had better pray that you are as smooth as you think you are," she taunted.
She drew me closer until I could feel her breath right against my face.
Our lips were inches apart.
My stomach was filing with scorching heat that threatened to leak down my core.
Her stare was doing things to me.
I understood her then.
"Do it, donut," she whispered.
Her eyes held a wildness, an impertinent sexual urge that was bridled.
And this time, I really did kiss her.
The kiss is hot.
She moaned slightly against my lips as our tongues began to play tango.
She pressed those soft boobs that I have been admiring against my chest.
And, I moaned softly too.
Sensations emotions slithered through me like an over paid assassin.
Warmth pooled between my legs.
And it didn't help matters that her knees found its way into the middle of my legs.
I arched back instantly, giving her enough space to rub me with her leg.
She broke the kiss with a sharp gasp.
But her grip on my shirt didn't loosen.
If anything, her fingers only tightened till her knuckles was going white.
"Okay. Okay."
Her voice was low, breathless and still laced with that trademark sarcasm.
I swallowed softly.
"It is ether you are secretly way better at this than your trashy pickup lines had kind of suggested to me.."
Her voice broke off.
She leaned forward and pressed her knee on my core, just a fraction harder.
Heat pooled in my stomach.
I was sure that if she didn't stop, then I was going to cum soon without halting.
"Or," she continued. "I have officially lost my goddamn mind for letting this happen."
There was a beat of charged silence.
I said nothing to her.
Then she rolled her eyes.
"Fuck it," she muttered before dragging me closer to her by the collar.
Our lips crashed once again.
The contact was enough to set our souls ablaze with the fiery fire of passion.
Her moans become louder against my lips as my hands raked her body.
Our breaths mingled as we both tried hard to get enough of each other.
It didn't work.
This was not enough for me.
The second my hands wandered lower, she caught my wrist with a firm grip.
I stared at her.
She suddenly pulled back.
Her breathing was ragged.
Her pupils were wide.
"Nuh-uh."
Her voice was rough but firm as she warned me off her honey pot.
"Not for you," she continued to say with her thumb pressing into my pulse point.
I nodded meekly.
"You don't get more until you admit this was the luckiest damn accident of your life."
I quirked a brow at her.
She didn't really mean that.
A smirk curved her lips which were already swollen from my desperate kisses.
Well, I guess she did.
I would have to do that if I wanted more than a taste of her lips.
And I did.
She leaned in.
"Go on. Say it," she urged.
"It was everything you said and more," I admitted to her with a grin.
She made an ouu sound.
It sounded like she hadn't been expecting me to give in to her that easily.
Well, I needed to kiss her other lips.
"There you go auburn," I pointed out. "Now, will you let me taste that cookie?"
She barked out a laugh.
It was a sharp and surprised sound that also had me smiling in amusement.
She shook her head lightly at me in pity before shoving me off of her.
"Wow. Wow."
She clapped softly.
"And here I was thinking that your half assed flirting couldn't get any worse."
I smirked at that.
She wiped her mouth with the back of her hand, still breathless.
But she was clearly fighting laughter.
"Newsflash, Casanova," she began.
"Hmmm?" I answered.
"If you ever call it a 'cookie' again, then amma have to file a restraining order."
It was my turn to be amused.
I cackled mirthfully.
"You don't mean that," I said.
Her intense gaze held mine, unblinkingly.
"Yes I do," she breathed.
I swallowed as that heat returned.
Then she hooked a finger into my belt loop and yanked you close one last time.
"But since you asked me so nicely," she said to me in a seductive whisper.
My mouth went dry.
My heart skipped a beat.
And she smirked.
She was too close.
Too beguiling.
Too seductive.
And I was too tempted.
I couldn't resist.
I was going to fall.
"Well, maybe next time we get locked in with each other at somewhere less pathetic than this dump party closet."
She stepped back.
I heard the click as the closet door was opened—eight minutes was up.
And with that, she turned away from me and flipped the light switch off.
She pushed the door open and slipped out without even a glance at me.
She abandoned me without a care.
I was giddy.
Needy.
Breathless.
Yet left high and dry.
I was left in the dark—literally and figuratively.