Melt Me

Prologue

I found myself laying on a bed. Naked. Exposed. Aroused. The sudden desire flooded through the veins of my body, resulting in slight sweaty stains.

He is driving me crazy, I thought to myself.
And God I would be lying, if I didn't like it.

He was just like me. Cold. Distant. Maybe even protective of his own mind and soul. And I couldn't blame him.

"Hello Georgia," my name rolling off his tongue and slipping out of his mouth was my second favourite sound coming from him.
The soothing tone of his voice, his smirk accompanying his words, left me speechless and ....needy. "God, when did I become so needy?" I questioned myself quietly, before he let his eyes wander over my body. His gaze made me feel sexier, wetter, and naughtier.

"You know, L" I teased, "if you would take a few steps closer, I could help you with your problem." My eyes drifted to the obvious bulge in his pants. He chuckled like he always did when I tried to take control of the situation.

"So impatient, doll." His voice trickled out, emphasizing the nickname he gave me, whilst licking his lips and eye-fucking me. I suppressed a moan. The things this man did to me with just a simple stare. I wanted him.

No scratch that. I needed him. The urge to rip his shirt off was taking over at an incredible pace. "Lay back."
I was not the only one feeling the sudden ache in my core after hearing his stern and dominant voice. It felt like he reached straight for my soul and I was willingly giving it to him. So, I obeyed and laid back. Noticing the shifting pressure on one side of the bed, I shivered under his touch.

"I kiss Want kiss To kiss Devour kiss You."

He was the epitome of teasing and I loved every single thing about it. My skin began to prickle as his tongue made its way over every inch of my curvy body. He licked over my nipple and watched my reaction.

"I like the way you react to my touch. I like feeling your skin under my fingertips. I can't stop looking at your sexy parted lips and the way your eyes flutter whenever I whisper filthy things into your ear, because I know you like it. Isn't that right, doll?"

"I don't know what you are talking about." I said as innocently as I could without giving away, how right he was. He looked at me with a raised eyebrow and I knew I was in trouble.