Live Wire

Teaser

His fingers slid into hers like the perfect puzzle piece. Her frown slowly dissipated with each sensual, sweet peck of his lips to her forehead, nose, cheeks. She was confused to say the least.

"I...I don't think I understand," she started, "What do you mean 'more'?"

She tilted her head back from his mouth, ensuing a downturn of his lips at each corner.

"I want more, Aniyah. I want this...us." He cupped her chin between his thumb and pointer finger, the pad  tracing her lower lip. He kept his gaze locked on hers , trying his hardest to slither past the locks that encased the depths he desperately wanted to make a home of inside her.

"Why?" she quips. "Isn't that a fantasy? It's easier to just be as we are."

"Stop being a coward."

Her shoulders tensed as she bristled from his words.

"Forget it all, Cage. How about that?"

She stomped off toward the entrance of the softly lit park. The night air stinging her cheeks as they burned from embarrasment and irritation. 

"I don't have to prove anything to anybody. Let alone a psychopath like you." She threw over her shoulder. Unaware of the quick slap of boots gaining after her through the gravel. 

A sharp tug on her hood halted the toe of her own shoes from touching the threshold of the giant arc steps.

He took his time to stalk around to her front as his fingers slid up her hoodie covered arm to gently encase her neck. 

"Psychopath, huh?" he breathed. The pad of his thumb slowly rubbed back and forth over her throat. His tongue licked the curve of her lower lip before he bit his own.

"You make me like that, you know?" He nuzzled the sweet spot right beneath her ear, dragging the tip of his nose across her cheek, to nuzzle her own in that affectionate little circle he always did.

Her senses were at a slow burn from his touch. Eyes focused on the clench of his strong jawline, the scent of his cologne engulfed her in it's familiar embrace of warm blankets, raw honey, and remnants of earl grey tea.

His strong hands followed the sway of her back and kneaded the jean-clad globes of her ass; His hungry palms following a painfully slow and erotic trail to savor the curves of her hips, the insides of her thighs, and finally slipping beneath the hem of her shirt.

One strong hand cupped her right breast, as a digit lovingly caressed her nipple to peak through the fabric of her bra.

He then pinched it hard as his mouth found the shell of her ear, biting and scraping with his sharp teeth.

"I want more of you baby," He rasps, dragging his tongue in a slow lick over her neck, "of this, and of us," he finishes with a sweet kiss placed behind her freshly bitten ear.

"Oh," she  mumbled. She arched into his hand and dug her fingers into his shirt. 

Eyes hooded, she could hardly understand the aphrodisiac feelings his hands brought to her body, let alone the sounds that left her from every touch.

"Cage, please." She begged in a desperate whisper. "Stop..."

And just like that, the cold air doused the inflamed traces of his palms as he retreated and began to walk away.

She stared after him for some time before he looked over his shoulder at her. Running his hands through his hair as his hooded gaze raked over her body. He bit his lip again. 

"If you say stop, then I stop," he sighed.

His hands slid into his pockets as he bounded down the steps, immediately severing the connection of warmth that left her dazed and stationary.

The crease in her forehead returned full force as she glared at his retreating form. 

I don't know if he's an asshole or an emotional sadist. 

He'd done the unfathomable and listened to her.

And now here she was, trying her damnest to understand just who the fuck he thought he was, but more importantly, who she was willing for him to become.