Donation Drive tease

“Oh, I'm frustrating you, am I?” His voice was a dangerous purr and those deep plum lips curved into a smile. “I think my lady doth protest too much. I believe,” he paused and took a step nearer my bed, “you enjoy my frustrations or you wouldn't have accepted my gift.” Between 'frustrations' and 'gift' Edward moved at his natural speed, surprising me to find him that close, his fingers touching the base of my throat where the small sapphire hung almost invisibly.


Edward knelt down, his right leg nestled closely against my left, and the other hovered over me, as if determining where to put it. To end his internal struggle, and aid me in moving things one step further than he has normally allowed in our closeness, I reached for his hip and tugged. Those masterfully designed eyebrows lifted in silent question, yet he acquiesced, allowing me to pull his body down so that he was straddling my thighs, hovering close enough I could feel the slight chill radiating from his skin.