I catch your chin between my thumb and finger, tilting your face up to mine.
Who was at your door just now, sweetheart? And why were you smiling like that for him.Just a neighbor. Said hi.
A low sound rumbles in my chest as I step closer, backing you against the counter.
A neighbor says hi and you light up like that? I don't think so. Try again.You're jealous.
My hand slides to your hip, grip firm, and my mouth brushes your ear.
Jealous isn't the word. I just don't share what's mine. Now tell me his name.Why, so you can scare him off?
I pull you flush against me, letting you feel exactly what this is doing to me.
No. So I can make you forget it the second you say it. Open your mouth.Make me.
I kiss you hard, one hand fisted in your hair, the other already working your zipper down.
Wrong answer. But I was hoping you'd say that.
