When You're Mad - NEYO
I'm sorry but seeing you mad is so sexy
Could it be the little wrinkle of your nose
When you make your angry face
That makes me wanna just take off all your clothes
And sex you all over the placeThis song just started playing through my head while writing this chapter. *shrugs* I can't help why my brain works this way.
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He knocked on the door and peaked in. "Penelope, I hope--" His words escaped him when he saw the pretty woman standing naked in front of her dresser pinning up her thick coily hair.
"I didn't say you could come in."
"Oh, uh. Sorry. I'll--"
"It's okay." She took a breath and faced him. "What do you want?" She leaned on the dresser facing him, lips pierced, eyebrow raised, and as naked as the day she was born. Well, not quite like the day she was born, but naked none the less. Full breasts, gently cupped at the bottom causing a shadow there. Generous hips that dipped into a slender waist.
She turned away from him and faced the dresser again assumedly continuing her previous task before he intruded.
She was mad at him.
At that realization, he kicked the door closed as he strolled into the room for some odd reason feeling a spark of desire at the notion that she was upset.
"Guess I don't have to ask." She continued unaware of his advance, measured, but intentional. "You can close your eyes again if you have to. Imagine I'm your wife instead." Her voice was airy as if taking flight. Was that pain in the low cadence of her voice, or was he imagining that?
He paused when she looked over at him. Her dark orbs captured him. He didn't want to close his eyes and that was the problem. He cocked his head to the side letting the woman's pretty symmetry settle into his mind. For the first time he was looking at her without feeling like he was on a timer to appreciate her beauty.
He let the confusion go. It had no place there, neither did the fear of going too deep.
Fuck, who the hell was he kidding, he was already too deep, so what the hell?
She looked back to her task, freeing him from her gaze.
He started toward her. His thoughts, for the first time in a while, were clear.
"I'll be ready in a minu--" She gasped, sending a sizzling desire through his entire body, when he slid his hand around her waist and pulled her soft ass back against him. He buried his face in the side of her neck, her big, coily hair wrapping around his face. He inhaled all the scents that collaborated to make up her unique fragrance.
"You have every right to be mad." His insides were churning, the heated lava lapping at the sides of his stomach, sending jittery heat through him. He wanted to touch everywhere at once, but didn't have enough hands.
She turned her head toward back to look at him over there shoulder. "Mad would imply--" Another gasp when one rogue appendage roamed up to cup her bare breast, then tweak the nipple.

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