The tshirt she wore was long enough to reach her knees. She was standing barefoot in front of the kitchen sink looking out the window. She didn’t even hear him come up behind her. He pressed his body up against her, pinning her to the sink.
“What?” she gasped, startled.
“Shh…I saw you standing here and I couldn’t help myself.”
He was still pressed up against the entire length of her body and she could feel him growing hard.
“Um, I …I don’t think…What are you doing?” she asked.
She felt nervous but at the same time there was also an excited fluttery feeling in her stomach. He didn’t answer. His hands touched her shoulders and slowly slid down her arms. She broke out in goosebumps. He was breathing faster and in a shaky voice he began whispering in her ear. “I saw you standing here and I couldn’t help it. I had to touch you. Hold you.” His breath tickled her ear. “It seems you try your damnedest to piss me off. You are so fucking condescending. I hate that. And you are so fucking sexy that a much as I hate too, I can’t stop thinking about what you’d be like in bed.” “Heh, heh,” he laughed bitterly, “Hell in bed, on the floor, in a car, right here in front of the window. I can’t stop thinking about it. I can’t stop thinking about you.”
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