Be Careful What You Wish For. 2

Be Careful What You Wish For.

Still Michael's P.O.V.

As I released the grip I had of her wrists, her hands flew to my neck, her delicate fingers spiralling on my flesh, she pulled me closer, she was no longer fighting temptation, it seemed she no longer cared for the consequences.

As my hands were now empty, I let them journey and explore, although, I didn't dare to travel to undiscovered destinations just yet.

I slid my hands around to the small of her back, I persuaded her closer to me, our proximity careless. I dropped one sneaky hand down to her round and peachy butt, this, of course, was one of my many favourite assets of her being.

I shortly finished my work on her neck, leaving behind my artwork that would get more spectacular with time. My lips lead me back to hers, although, before they made contact, I lay my pointing finger on her warm lips, my own on top of my finger.

"Have you had enough...?" I mumbled huskily, she had surely learnt her lesson, I had to stop, self control was emerging into my enemy, if I didn't stop, who knows where this could go, the pure thought...made me panic so slightly.

She shook her head slowly, a mischievous, naughty and seductive half smile played on her lips and danced in her khaki eyes.

I raised my eyebrows, fighting a smile, "Oh, I think you have." I muttered before stepping away from her, enjoying the wanting look on her face, I smirked before acting like nothing had ever happened, picking up the remote, launching myself onto the sofa and started to watch cartoons.