Bab 84: I am No Child

"Kiss me, Idiot," she whispered the last word. 

Ryan's eyes swiftly moved from her lips to her eyes. "Sure, baby," he said and pressed her head down and bit down on her lower lip, gently as possible. His large palms massaged her waist rhythmically. He continued to trace her lips with his. Rhea was impatient to kiss him so leaned forward fisting his hair in both of her hands.

When met with her impatience, he pulled his head back as if he cherish that moment. He wanted her to be more impatient. He wanted her to be crazier. He wanted her to want him more. 

And he succeeded. 

An impatient moan left her lips which were searching for his. It made him give in. At last, he gave in. He stopped pulling his head away and it made her lips crash on his.