Page 143 of Lilah

"Don't answer it," I predict that his answer wouldn't be a good one.

Walking out, he climbs back onto the bed. He gives me the "c'mere" finger and I mosey on over to him.

He grabs onto my hand and pulls me onto the bed. He doesn't stop pulling until I'm standing on my knees on either side of his legs as he rests his back against the headboard.

His eyes stay dark as he looks at me. His hands come to rest on my back and he leans forward, placing a single kiss on my lips.He pulls away, his eyes light with mischievousness, and his lips form a gorgeous smirk.

His hands slip under my pants and he grips onto my butt. I gasp and he covers it with his mouth. I lurch forward at the feeling and he groans into the kiss, sliding his hand from my booty to right over my hipbones. He slips his tongue in my mouth and my hands find his amazingly soft hair.

Maybe it's Maybelline. Stop.

I break away, out of breath before him and he watches me as I take deep breaths. He licks his lips and his eyes drift to my neck.

He leans down and kisses it before leaning back part of the way and looking at my reaction. Which is, 'holy moly this is wild.'

He trails his lips all the way down to the neckline of my shirt. From there, he pulls it down further and he looks back up at me.

"Your dad won't see anything here," his voice comes out husky and it makes it harder for me to breathe. He lowers his head and his lips find the top of my breast.

My boob.

A sudden sigh leaves my lips and his lips don't stop. He gently but firmly gives the spot a bite and I gasp. He pulls away and pecks my lips.

"So flustered, hm?" the smirk returns full force onto his lips as he stares at my probably pink face.

"First of all, your hands are down my pants," I remind him breathlessly and he drags his hands up to my back again.

"And second," I pull down my shirt, looking at the hickey that lays on my chest.

"You didthat."

"Want the other one to match?" he offers. Someone woke up on the horny side of the bed this morning.

"Y'know," my voice nearly squeaks, "I think I'm pretty good."

I'd probably faint if I'm being honest.

"Let's go out to eat," he says, grabbing the back of my pants andlifting melike I weigh nothing. Also like a child.

"Not necessary," I grumble.

"I hope you want me to see down your shirt because I can," he lets go and I fall onto my back on the bed, looking up at him.

"You've already seen all there is," I sit up. There ain't much left to my boobies. After all, even though Grey said they're fine, they may be a little small.

"Not all."

"Want to?" I blurt.

"Fuck," he curses under his breath.

"Where we eating?" I recover but his heated eyes don't leave my frame as I stand up.

Oh, Lord help me.

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"And then, you know what he did?" I rant to Mr. Terrip who currently has his deaf ear pointed right at me.