Tease

"You're joking r-right?"

Abby asked, her voice trembling. Surely he must be joking, playing with her. There was no way he found her attractive.

"Well, I'll let you take a guess," he murmured softly, his nose brushing against her jaw. Shifting his hips forward, the firm bulge beneath the thin fabric of his sweatpants pressed against her core, causing her entire body to tense.

"Remo!" she exclaimed, gripping onto his arms tightly, clearly distressed.

A low, guttural sound rumbled deep within Remo's chest as he edged even closer to her.

"Please don't say my name like that, Abby. You're already making this quite difficult for me," he mumbled, subtly adjusting his hips before pausing briefly. "And I mean that in the most literal sense."

"Re-Remo, we can't - you said, you said in our arrangement there will be no sexual relationship," she stuttered, her body betraying her intentions once again.

Her skin tingled all over and an unmistakable heat gathered deep in her abdomen.

"Did I? You said you will do whatever it takes. I warned you, sweetheart, not to make a deal with the devil."

He purred against her ear, pressing his hardness against her again in slow, circular motions.

Something inside her chest began to vibrate, a fluttering that left her breathless and weak. His scent surrounded her as he looked at her with a loaded gaze that was difficult to decipher, except...hunger. The hunger in his eyes was undeniable.

Her heart seemed to stop as Remo's large hands slowly, torturously slid down to her hips. His fingers gripped her so hard that every nerve in her body fired all at once.

"Please, Remo," she begged, her breath hitching. "I need to go to the bathroom."

Running away from him was her only defense.

Remo chuckled softly, finding some sort of twisted amusement in this lousy game.

His lips found her neck, and an involuntary sigh escaped her as she felt his silky lips hovering over her skin.

"You could just stop torturing yourself and give in," he murmured against her skin, unwinding one of his arms from around her waist and gently grasping her chin.

Stunned, she noticed his breathing matched her own as he stroked her hips with his thumbs and searched her eyes.

The amusement in his eyes had vanished, replaced by something far more dangerous.

"Abby," his voice was barely a whisper as he gently pressed his forehead to her temple and stroked her lips with the warmth of his breath. "I..." He closed his eyes briefly and then opened them again, staring down at her mouth. He began dragging his hand up the side of her body, and she feared he might feel the unstable thumping of her heart.

His hand slowed as it traced the curve of her breast before ascending to cup the edge of her face. She felt as if she were dead, because a man like him would never set his eyes on a girl like her.

His thumb dangerously close to the corner of her mouth, her eyes fell to his lips. She hesitated, reaching for him, placing her hands on his waist, pulling him closer.

She wanted to test the way he felt against her, so she arched herself against him, his body pulling her in.

She believed he wanted to kiss her. She believed she wanted to kiss him too, just to experience the sensation of his mouth.

He tilted his head down, and a rapid response pulsed through her. He tugged on her lower lip with the pad of his thumb, exposing her bottom teeth. It felt as though he had branded her skin forever.

God, he was really going to kiss her. Her first kiss. She grabbed the bedsheets to calm her racing heart, closing her eyes, but the kiss never came.

Remo pulled away and rolled onto his back, leaving her still on the bed, trying to recover from whatever had happened.

Slowly, she opened her eyes, her heart sinking.

Of course, he wasn't going to kiss her.

Silly of her to think otherwise.

The deep flower of shame blossomed on her cheeks as she dragged herself to sit up, dropping her legs over the edge of the bed, and peeking at him over her shoulder.

He was lying there, staring up at her, a lazy half-smile on his face, radiating satisfaction, and a proud affection glinted in his eyes. "Don't you need to use the bathroom?," he slid his hand under the covers, and she gulped as the blanket shifted over his crotch. "I have something to take care of, but you're welcome to stay and help."

She shot up from the bed, keeping her eyes fixed on the brick wall in front of her, her back turned to him. "N—No—, no, I'm going."

She started taking hasty steps toward the bathroom.

"Are you sure you don't want to watch?" His voice sounded behind her and she turned to look at him.

He raised his brows, releasing his lower lip, and her shoulders tensed when she saw his hand moving slowly under the covers.

Abby's eyes widened and she shook her head frantically as she sucked in a breath and turned, scampering towards the bathroom. Swinging the door shut behind her, she pressed her hands to her face in an attempt to soothe the burning of her cheeks.

She was almost certain he had done it on purpose, playing with her emotions like that.

She flushed deeper hearing the sounds of his grunts and moans emanating from the other side of the door.

God he sounded so hot. It seems that was her new favorite sound.

Abby shook her head trying to get rid of the weird thoughts.

The noises traveled again through her ears again, settling into an aching throb between her legs.

God help her. She was doomed.