He huffs, and I can sense him rolling his eyes. Instead of answering, his lips begin moving slowly along my neck, his fingers teasing the skin beneath the hem of my t-shirt.
"Something on your mind?" I murmur.
He kisses his way over my jaw as he rolls me onto my back, moving to straddle my hips. "Just you," he whispers, "and how goddamn sexy you are when you aren't even trying."
His voice and the way he's touching me stirs something deep inside, burning away the playfulness as I kiss him hungrily. The world falls away with our clothes.
Friday, May 20, 2011
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Well when the world and your clothes fall away together I think it's a very good thing.
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