Let the games begin...
“I’m not the warm and fuzzy type, Samantha. It’s not my intention to make you feel love. I don’t have that kind of emotion in me. But there are other things I can give you, things I can make you feel. Really feel.” His eyes are hooded as he looks down at me and takes one more step forward. This time, I don’t back up. “Excitement,” he says, reaching up to wind one long, red curl around his finger. When his eyes meet mine, I feel like he’s doing the same thing to me—winding me around his finger. “Anticipation. Desire. Warmth. I can make you feel very, very warm.”
As though his words alone can evoke the sensation, I feel hot blood rush to the surface of my skin and pool in the lowest part of my belly.
“You might even feel a little fear,” he continues softly. “But even that can be intoxicating in its own way.”
UNTIL I BREAK, COMING MAY 14TH
Published on April 25, 2013 03:36