radicalducati HOT FOR ME 2
HOT FOR ME 2
"Hm," He gave her a sceptical look before giving her a good distance.
"Thank you." The sexual tension eased off and immediately stepped away from her. She shoved her head into the closet and rummaged through for a casual dress to don.
She didn't bother to ask about where they were going. For all she cared, she was uninterested and would only succumb if it was somewhere she wanted to be.
She picked a long red flowery dress that she never knew existed. She looked back to see Callan busy on the phone and she made perfect use of that time to apply some lotion on her dry skin, do some other things and finally wear her dress. It was long but slutty. She didn't fancy it a bit.
The dress was revealing more than it should. As if she chose it to seduce Callan. Her whole breasts were execrably displayed and only her nipples were barely hidden in the dress.
The slit on both sides ran from her thighs down to her feet, exposing her skin way too much than she loved to. She didn't love to expose her skin, being covered was her way and that dress was a terrible decision to her taste.
"Looks good on you," Callan remarked, startling her again. She thought he was engrossed with his phone.
"Thanks but not my style." She clutched the dress and raised it off her head, neglecting the fact that she didn't want to get naked in front of Callan. She was struggling to yank it off when Callan appeared in front of her, sliding down the dress.
"I said it looks good on you." He said, smoothening the edges of the dress as it rested on her body.
"Maybe but I don't want to wear it. Do you have a problem with that?" She asked fiercely.
She used to be scared to talk back at Callan, but not anymore. She now oozed courage and could counter whatever he did or said if she wasn't cool with it.
"No, I don't." His eyes swept through her frame. Her wet ginger hair fell across her back to her bony neck and the fresh skin of her breasts that the dress exposed. He bit his lower lips and swept his gaze down to her legs. Wild thoughts consumed him. He could hang those tiny legs on his shoulders and senselessly eat her, fondle those perky boobs and watch her moan his name like she did the last time. "I just have a problem with you not wanting to look hot for me. I appreciate the dress and I think you should leave it on."
"Whatever your definition of hot is, I do not care and I won't go out there looking like some slut because my husband wants me to look hot." Oops, she forgot she hadn't agreed to go out with him.
"Orla," his eyes burned into her eyes. Sweet and dangerous. "I only ask that you wear this for me in the house," he badly craved her. "As your husband."
"I won't do that." She turned away from him.
"Orla." He grabbed her wrist and pushed her forward. She landed on his chest, briefly feeling the rising and dropping of his erratic heartbeat. "Why are you acting so stubborn now?" He tucked a strand of hair into her ear and placed soft kisses on her neck.
She almost moaned, falling to the effect. But she knew she couldn't do that now. She hadn't made up her mind about them. She hadn't completely forgiven all that he did to her. She hadn't done a lot of things, but too bad her body wanted to betray her.
Callan traced his hand into her dress and immediately found her nipples, he squashed the tip and looked into her eyes.
She flushed. Hard and hot, but she didn't need that now. If she stayed longer, Callan would win over her and she'd end up succumbing to his body calling for hers. So, she pulled out of his grip and nodded her head frustratedly.
She wasn't going to agree to wear that devilish dress, but she had to.
"I will wear the dress—" after hesitating for a good number of minutes. She finally said. "For you, in the house and if that is all. Can you leave me alone now?"
She could feel a wetness between her legs and she loathed that.
"Good girl." He kissed the top of her head and she almost melted in his arms. "Now that you have agreed to look sexy all day. We might as well cancel the plans of going out."
"Whatever you have in mind to do." She applied her favourite wet cherry lip gloss on her dry lips and rolled her eyes at Callan.
"I will prepare breakfast." He said excitedly, jerking his fingers up.
Orla shrugged. She couldn't fight it, she was hungry and needed to eat before she collapsed again. But what happened to the food he cooked last night? She asked subconsciously.
As if on cue, Callan clasped his hands together and said, "About last night's food, I kept it in the freezer. I like fresh food."
"Oh," she nodded.
"I am a great cook. I just don't flaunt my skills, but I don't mind flaunting them for you alone." He smirked at her.
It's so crazy how that small smirk spiked a thousand emotions within her but she managed to stay calm.
She observed him as he rambled on about his cooking skill. He seemed genuine and maybe giving him a chance wouldn't be bad at all.
When he was done, she heaved a sigh and said. "I hope you are not bluffing."
"Oh, you will find out when I am done." He winked at her and walked out of the bedroom.
Orla smiled heartily.
No matter how she tried to deny it, she loved this new side of Callan and she wanted more.
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