Be Careful What You Wish For. 2

Be Careful What You Wish For.

Still Michael's P.O.V.

I felt her whole body shift under my touch, I glanced at her and she was no longer indulged in the fictional world of her book, although she still held it as if reading it, her head was stretched back and leaning onto the head rest of the sofa.

I stopped spiralling my fingers and waited until she looked up at me, I purposely sported a mischievous, suggestive look and raised my eyebrows at her, she had become blushed and unsettled, was this a good sign or not?

I leaned closer, I had my next move lined up.

I raised a hand and traced her delicate, but, prominent jaw line, she gazed up into my eyes, her own eyes green and hazed over.

"Kiss me..." I whispered through gritted teeth, I was trying my hardest to come across as confident and macho.

I watched as her eyes flickered from mine, down to my awaiting lips, she slowly, but, surely moved closer, as she did so, I moved back, just as slowly as she was moving forward, to tease her a little by not letting her reach my lips.

When she realised she looked at me with the cutest, most innocent puppy dog expression, I was fighting my better will into giving into her.

Finally, to her pleasure, I stopped moving and let her sumptuous, pink lips crash into mine, my own heart began to beat hard and fast, just like it did every time I kissed her, each time was more exotic than the last.

I felt her hands wander up to my neck...but I pushed them away.