Hideaway

He slowly approached me, staring hard. “Love is pain, Nik,” he told me. “It’s never felt good.”

you watch me fuck?” His eyes fell to my mouth. “Open your shirt for me, little one. Let’s see if I like what I’m getting for my trouble.”
His lips hovered over mine, and the longing in my body raged.
“No,” I whispered and planted my hands on his chest. “You take off your shirt.”
He paused, staring at me curiously as he held my head an inch from his. My skin was burning, and my clothes chafed. It was almost painful. I wanted them off. I wanted to feel him against my body.

He leaned into my ear, sending a flutter through my stomach as he whispered, “Take off your jacket and open your shirt for me.”