Chapter 33. Dirty Desires and Beautiful Memories

ERIC'S POV

With eyes shut and small plump lips slightly parted, I wondered if she was saying that it was okay to kiss her.

*Sighs*

No, she wasn't. I just had that effect on her. I tend to have that much effect on Women. I was certain she wouldn't want me to kiss her. I had to stop myself from taking an action I had already begun and wanted so desperately, therefore, I leaned into her shoulder instead. But that didn't help, even in the least, because her nape was just right there, accessible in front of me, and I couldn't help but picture the wildest things.

Fuck these images that kept popping up in my mind. I could feel my nerves cringing and all of my sexual muscles tightening. The desire to have her was worsening, getting harder and harder for me to control. When would I ever get to hear her say that word with my name attached to it?

"Harder Eric."

Probably never. She didn't seem like the kind of girl to go wild in bed or moan like a slut, that