Chapter １０３

“What did you say?” he inquired.

”I don't want you.”

He twisted my nipple.

Painful pleasure raced from my nipple to my clit. My legs buckled when I screamed. Nervous hands dropped purse and contract.

Luke King said, “Don't lie.”

He stroked his fingers over my body but avoided my flesh, as if it might hurt him. His kisses traveled over my sweater, waist, and hip. His hands found the delicate wrinkles where my ass met my thighs. He scratched my legs with dull fingernails. They were hardly noticeable through my jeans.

I wanted to put his face in my crotch. I wanted his mouth and cock. I hovered my hands near his hair and ears, frightened to touch him.

His nose grazed my hip and jeans. He stopped at my thighs and inhaled.

He leaned on the glass behind me. His lips caressed my ear and he went closer until I felt his cock in his pants against my belly.

He said, “I can smell you.”