I laid on my back; my hand itched with the urge to get my hands on her. But each time I moved, she pulled back, a sly smile plastered on her face. It was a dangerous game she was playing, teasing a man who was already at his breaking point.
"I specifically asked you to tie down and stay still, didn't I?" she pouted, staring me up and down with eyes that promised both heaven and hell.
I let out a heartfelt laughter, the sound vibrating deep in my chest. "You only said lay back and don't move, but you didn't say don't touch, did you?" I stretched out my hand, reaching for the curve of her waist, but once again she slapped it aside with a playful sharpness. "Ouch. That hurts."
She groaned, sounding genuinely frustrated, though the spark in her eyes told a different story. "You're such a naughty boy. I don't know what actually to do with you."
