Surely heaven won't take me back. ||Erick Barnes| 27 ||
This conversation has a point.
"Which is …what, exactly?"
"…a ghost with a gun."
She could feel his hesitance, so Rylee decide to end the kinetic kiss between them. Although, her face didn’t linger far from his afterwards. “Did I suffice?”
The movement of his tongue, so eager to enter her own mouth, made chills climb down the ridges of her spine. His mouth tasted sweet against her own, making her chest tighten. Carefully, the woman made sure to move her lips just as deeply along his to show she wanted it.
Erick knew he had to pull away, because it was the smart thing to do. For some reason, he didn’t want to. He ran a hand through her soft, blonde hair.
Rylee accepted him with open arms, and open lips, when he came in for the kiss.
He almost laughed at her eagerness, but only took advantage of it, slipping his tongue into her mouth as the kiss deepened.
A smile spread across her plump lips, allowing the whites of her straight teeth to be shown. “I’m easy on the mouth too, if you would like to find out.”
"And cocky too, I like it." Erick tilted his head ,watching her for a moment before pressing his lips to hers.
Long, pointed red nails to match the stain of her lips tapped lightly against the hip she held. “You’re stronger than any nightmare,” once again, her heels clicked against the polished, marble flooring. Her body shifted towards his once again, just not as close this time around. Lanky fingers took grip of his bicep and squeezed, Rylee was feeling the muscle beneath the skin. “Especially with these guns.”
He didn’t back away from her this time, watching her every move, as if she would attack at any second. "Muscles don’t solve everything," he told her, chuckling lightly as he took her had away, but not letting go. "You’re pretty easy on the eyes, you know that?