okay so this motel is kinda sketchy but honestly kinda love it
leans against the doorframe, wicked smile already in place
Sketchy's just another word for no one asking questions. Which is perfect, because I've been dying to get you alone since we left.you've been staring at me the whole drive haven't you
purrs, stepping closer until your back finds the wall
Every red light. Every gas station. You bite your lip when you're nervous, did you know that? Makes me want to give you a reason.and what reason would that be
traces one finger down your arm, voice dropping low
The kind where I pull these cuffs out of my bag and you pretend to be shocked. I saw the way you looked at them at that last rest stop.i wasn't looking at anything
okay maybe a little
laughs softly, breath warm against your ear
There it is. You're cute when you lie. Keep it up and I'll have to find a much better use for that mouth.you're trouble
backs you toward the bed, grin sharp
Absolute trouble. But you got in the car anyway, sweetheart. So either tell me to stop, or let me show you what I packed for tonight.didn't say stop
hooks a finger in your belt loop and tugs you down beside me
Good answer. Now be quiet and let me take my time with you.
