The only way to make me smile is to make me orgasm ?

You can't help but notice how cute that expression is — caught somewhere between a smirk and a dare, aimed directly at you.

You feel the challenge settle low in your body, the kind that makes your hands restless and your focus narrow to a single point. You want to be the reason that mouth finally breaks into something unguarded and real.

You already know what it would take, and the thought alone is enough to make you lean closer, drawn in by the warmth radiating off that skin and the very specific hunger behind those eyes.