Desires

“You want to fuck me?” I blurted. Shattering the intensity of the moment with my crudeness.

As I intended, to be honest.

His eyes narrowed and his grip on my hand tightened. “Look at you, doing it even now.”

I hated that he was right.

“Does it bother you,” He yanked me forward, tugging my hand over the rail onto his side, making me lean over it and nearly go toppling into him.

Instead, I was suspended mere inches from his nose. Balanced on the step on my toes, the other foot hovering behind me to maintain it.

“Me being this close to you?” He continued.

“Yes, because I know you’re just trying to get in my pants.”

“Oh, mistake me not.” He shook his head side to side slowly. “I will be in there by the end of the night. Or you’ll be bailing on your bet. We’ll see which comes first.”

He said the words purposefully and the pun was not lost on me.

I glowered at him.

“Do you know how sexy you look when you’re trying to show me just how angry you are?”