"How could you even look at him? I thought you liked me!" I exclaimed, looking into Dakota's rolling eyes. She just shook her head at me.
"You're an idiot. Who said I liked you? Also the president is a total freak. He kissed my hand, and all I wanted to do was slap him to the fucking moon!" She exclaimed, walking to her bed to sit down. She was frustrated with me. I could tell.
"Don't you like me?" I asked. I was hurt. We shared compassionate kisses. She wanted me to have sex with her. Who does that if they don't like them?
"Of course I do, you dimwit! But you need to calm down. I can look at other men! I'm not yours!" She exclaimed, running a hand through her curls.
I was losing her, and I never had her in the first place! How could this happen?
"But, but, but I thought we were... did you mean to play me like that?" My heart started to hurt from the blatant embarrassment I was going though. This was painful for me. I love her.
"I'm not playing you, Killian. Calm down. Jesus Christ! You're losing your masculinity," she stood up to face me now. My eyes were begging her to love me the way I love her.
"I'm sorry for loving someone who doesn't love me back! I haven't been with anyone in years, Dakota. It's been almost fifteen years! But I've finally found love here on this Earth. I've found someone worth fighting for and you're telling me that you don't feel the same?" I backed away from her. She just rolled her eyes again for the fifth time.
"I'm sorry, love? You said "like" before. When did it change?" She took a step towards me. I backed up some more.
"I- I uh... I meant like! Yeah, I meant like!" I let out an awkward chuckle. Lying hurts sometimes, but you have to do what you have to do.
"You love me, don't you?" She was still walking towards me while I was walking backwards. Eventually, my back hit the wall. She stood a foot away from me, giving me space.
"No! I- uh..." I tried to come up with something to say, but she stepped forward. She was two inches away from me. I had to tilt my head down to see her.
What game is she playing?
"It seems to me that you love me," she whispered, leaning up on her tippy toes. She was so close. Her intoxicating scent brought me into a state of hysteria. I couldn't think when she was this close.
"Of course not. Don't be silly," I breathily said, trying to lean back onto the wall. She placed her arms on the wall beside both sides of my upper arms. I was trapped in her cage. I could easily break out, but something in me wanted to stay in this position forever.
"It's okay. I do too," she murmured before smashing her lips against mine.
Oh, wow. She was really good at kissing. What sorcery was this?
I just broke out of her embrace before turning us around and smashing her against the wall and continuing our conversation with lips. Lots of lips.
"My turn now," I huskily whispered before guiding my lips down her neck in a trail of kisses. She squealed as I hurriedly grabbed the hem of her white shirt and pulled it up. She obeyed my wants and needs and undressed her top, only leaving her in a bra and her gray leggings.
I groaned out, looking at the total rack on her. Yep, this was love, utterly, amazing love.
"Should I?" She questioned, bringing her hands behind her back to undo her black, lace bra.
"Can I?" I murmured, leaning down to kiss her lips. She smirked, unclipping it.
Damnit! I wanted to do that part...
"How about you take that off?" She asked, pointing at my shirt that I still had on. I furiously nodded my head, using my now free hands to take it off. Somewhere along the way, my shirt got stuck on my head. I profusely tugged on it until it came off.
Once it came off, I was met with the most amazing sight ever. They were big. Jesus Christ!
"Are you ready now? Can I finally fuck you?" She asked with a raised eyebrow. My eyes widened.
"Not fair! I couldn't, and I don't know about right now. I don't want you to hate me once it's over," I softly smiled down at her. She just groaned out and rolled her eyes.
Her attitude was the most adorable thing ever.
"Why can't we just fuck already? My top half is naked! Aren't you turned on? I want to have sex with you," She whined, pulling my lower half towards hers. I grabbed her hands, bringing them to my lips. I kissed both hands before putting them above her head and holding them there with one hand.
"I could, or I could leave you here all sexually frustrated," I suggested, bringing my other hand to her chest, cupping a boob that didn't even fit in my hand.
Now that was every man's dream.
"Well, suit yourself, but trust me when I tell you that you're just as frustrated. So, which are you going to choose?" She sensually murmured, pressing a kiss on my jaw that was clenched.
"How about we find out who's more sexually frustrated?" I glared at her. She just raised an eyebrow at me.
"Why don't we just fuck already?" She groaned, breaking out of my hold. She pushed me back until the backs of my legs hit the bed.
"Fine," I hissed out, bringing her down onto the bed with me. She rolled her eyes, getting the last word in.
"Fine," she told me, smashing her lips against mine in another battle, but this time we both won.
I mean, we're both consenting adults, right?