Not So Perfect

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Tayson blinked at her, his teeth worrying his bottom lip. "Great..um."

She huffed, throwing her purse. "Tayson stop playing with me."

A humorless laugh erupted through him as he gradually closed the distance between them. "You are the one playing with me, Leona. Just say what you want from me. You run away, just to come back closer. Make up your mind, sweetheart."

She attempted to tell him that she fucking wanted him. His bronze torso distracted her, his eyes distracted her, his scent distracted her. Tayson stared at her for a long time, and Leona felt out of breath by it.

"You know what? My vibrator is much better," she snapped, turning away from him. Embarrassment drowned her. She should have trusted her second thoughts. Why would he want her? He was flirting and that's his personality. She wasn't someone he would ever really desire.

Her conversation with herself was abruptly cut short when she was tugged back roughly and pinned to the wall in the dimly lit hallway. Tayson hovered over her gasping frame. He pinned her wrists above her head and held her in the place so there was no chance to escape. Not that she wanted to escape. The hazes of desire drizzled around them. All the glacier walls she had around her melted away under his simmering gaze. Her thighs voluntarily clench at the whiff of his manly scent and magnetic warmth. 

"Like an idiot I have been waiting for you to say that you want me. Why can't you just say it?" he whispered against her cheek, teasing stroking his velvety lips on the shell of her ear to down at her pounding pulse. He planted a soft kiss, making her hiss in pleasure. When she pursed her lips in denial, he laughed. "God, you stubborn little thing."

"You are the one who confessed that you want me oh so bad, don't forget it," she said, breathless. It was as if her whole body was set on fire.

"I do. I fucking do." he rasped, sensuously running his tongue down her throat and kissing the delicate flesh. She couldn't respond, she couldn't fight the need, the overwhelming desire sprinkling in her blood like vintage wine. God, it felt good. He nuzzled his nose in her neck, his silken hair teasing her jaw and her fingers itched to feel them. She moaned softly when she felt his teeth scraping against her skin. 

"I need you to say it," he husked, caressing his lips on her jaw, making her screw her eyes close at the flaring sparks in her stomach.

"What?" Leona's throat worked to swallow and Tayson kissed right beneath her jaw. His hard on poked her and she nearly jumped out of her skin.

"Tell me that you want this." His warm tongue swirled on the side of her neck before he sucked on her skin softly.

"I do," she admitted.

"Say," he demanded.

Her fingers found their way in at a rhythmic pace, dancing from the muscles flexing around his neck as he braced himself over her, still planting torturous kisses on her neck. Then he pulled back, looking deep into her eyes, waiting for her to speak up her need and desire for him. She knew this was bound to happen no matter how much she resist. "I want you to touch me, asshole."

A cocky smile tiptoed on his lips. "With pleasure." And then his hands were all over her body. His fingers dug on the sides of her waist, and he swiftly pick her up. Her legs wrapped around his hips as he began to walk. She didn't even care when he was taking her as long as he was touching her. She hadn't been touched in years. She was absolutely starved. Tayson threw one of the door open and walked inside. He settled on the bed, carefully plopping her on his lap. Her eyes shot open, meeting with beautiful beige ceiling. She looked around, taking in the soft browns and white walls, and an enormous canvas hanging on the wall. It was her piece.