I watch the confusing war rage in her eyes but when I brush over her lips, she yields to me.
Our lips meet for a kiss that’s as maddening as the last and a jolt of desire hardens my cock.
Her tongue tangles with mine as I force my way into her hot wet mouth and that’s when I know I’m going to fuck her whether it’s good or bad for me.
I never worried about that before. Why the fuck should I start now when this is the first woman who’s come along in years that I’ve actually craved.
I cup her breasts and squeeze and she runs her fingers over my chest, touching me like she needs me.
I lace my fingers through her hair and bring her closer and closer, deepening the kiss so I can get more, take more.
I’m so far away in my fucking mind the buzzing of my phone on the night stand sounds like it’s equally far away.
It’s not until moments pass that it clicks that the phone is next to me and I need to answer it. That’s when I pull away from her and reach for it.
It’s Dominic.
I answer and slide off the bed.
“Hey,” I say.
“Just letting you know the guys found ten potential dealers who could be Pearson. It seems like we might be on the right track.”
His words bring my focus back to what it’s important, and I stop thinking with my dick.
“Thanks man,” I answer.
“Talk later.”
When he hangs up I look back to the woman in my bed and consider the potent effect she has on me.
I don’t know what to make of it, or the control she takes from me when I touch her.
Deciding I need to clear my head, I walk out and leave her looking on like she did nights ago when I did the same thing.
It’s for the same reasons.