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“I thought I was irritating.”

“You misunderstand. I didn’t sayIliked you, I just think other people might.”

Whatever that means.

Two seconds into overthinking it and my head starts to hurt.

I sit up, looking her in the eye.

“Look, it’s pretty inconvenient that I find you so attractive, but I do. It is what it is. I’d trade you for someone that actually liked me in a heartbeat.”I’m such a liar.“But no one that likes me has all of this going on.” I gesture from her head to her toes, and it’s all the explanation I need. She’s perfect, and it’s obvious to everyone but her.

“Sounds pretty shallow of you, sunshine. You should work on that. Maybe try out dating, find a girl with these good looks and a personality.” Suddenly, she grabs the front of my shirt and pulls me in close.

“But if you’re going to take my advice, do it tomorrow.”

And then she kisses me hard. Hard enough that it hurts. Hard enough that I know the only thing she wants from me isthis. Our intense, fiery chemistry. If it wasn’t as good as it is, I wouldtake her advice. I’ve taken a long break from trying to pursue a relationship, given my past mistakes and all. Getting hurt gets exhausting.

Apparently I’m revitalized, because I think all this woman could have to offer me is pain. I can already see what a rough, crumbling mess this could become between us.

And it’s all I want anyway.

“Drop these,” she demands.

Not that I’ve ever liked being told what to do by anyone… but I start moving. My fingers hit the button on my jeans, and in two seconds it’s undone, unzipped, and they’re on the ground.

I stand before her in my underwear, waiting.

She pushes me backwards so I fall onto the bed and she moves to straddle me.

I try to hold her hips in my hands, but she pushes them off. I’m starting to really believe I'll never figure her out, because where else would my hands go?

Only then do I notice what she’d been holding is now dropped onto the bed next to me. I’m staring at a glittery pink dildo.

And I never thought I’d be so excited to see one of those.

Kara’s brows raise in question as she picks it up, and I can’t nod quick enough. A small push of her thumb and the toy begins to vibrate.

“Please,” I whine. There are few things I’ve ever wanted more than how much I want her to use it on me.

“Begging looks great on you. Do it some more,” she purrs.

“You’re evil.”

She nods like she agrees.

“Amongst other things.”

Then she gently presses it to my entrance and I lose all sense of everything. I don’t care who she is, where we are, whoIam. I do care how absolutely sinful it feels to have someone elsein control of something I’ve used on myself too many times to count.

It’s an entirely different experience.

My back arches off the bed as I try to push into it more, but she’s holding it just out of the way. Just out ofme.

“Kara.”

I try to open my eyes long enough to make eye contact, but hers are closed tight. Like she’s getting off on this even more than I am.

She angles and slides it up until it’s rubbing against my clit. My body twitches, the sensation being too much and not enough all at once.