The Game Changer
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Last published Tue, Nov 15, 2016
"Oh, Ali." His deep voice held a suggestive tone.
I tried to wiggle away before I melted under his intense gaze, but his hands gripped my upper arms tightly, holding me in place.
"W-what?" I stuttered, flustered by the feeling of his hot breath brushing against my damp skin. With him so close to me it is hard to think of anything but reaching up on my toes and kissing his oh so inviting lips.
His hands seemed to scorch me through the thin fabric of my towel. "You can't walk around like that and not expect me to notice." His voice grew deeper as he moved closer to me.
"I-I" I couldn't concentrate, his lips, his perfect lips were far too close to mine for me to form a coherent thought. I shuddered when I realized that the desperation that was building up inside of me was caused by my primal need for him to kiss me. "For-"
He leaned forward and instead of pressing his lips to mine, he trailed kisses across my clavicle, making my insides sing.
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