Chapter 42

Her hand crawled up, touching his mouth, her thumb hovering over his lower lip, tracing the seams, reminding him of what a playboy he was and maybe the fact that he needed sex badly. "Maybe I want to see you try burning me." He grabbed her wrist and lowered her hand, as gently as he possibly could, without pressing it against his raging hard-on. "Whatever you think that you are doing, you failed while trying."