Below is a deleted scene that didn’t quite make it into Drawn to You. I hope you enjoy it. 🙂 *Please note, this deleted scene is unedited.
I kick the door behind me closed and pull her toward me. Her petite frame meshes between the bathroom wall and me. A streak of desire hits me as a low moan erupts from her candy colored lips. Emily’s long lashes flicker up toward me in surprise. She wasn’t expecting this.
“What are you doing, Tristan? What do you want?”
“I plan on kissing you.”
“What?” she says, trying to escape my hold.
I step closer, corning her in the bathroom.
“Stop me, if you want.”
A look of uncertainty crosses her face as she looks up at me. I’ve been telling myself that I shouldn’t feel this way, but to hell with it all. The only good thing in my life beside my art is her. A wave of relief washes over me after several seconds of silence.
“Tell me not to touch you and I’ll leave,” I say, lifting her chin with my thumb.
“I hate you.”
The words come tumbling forth from her mouth like knives. The anger in them penetrates my skin, but what cuts me deeper is the hurt behind them. I never wanted to hurt Emily. I would do anything for her forgiveness.
“That isn’t what I asked,” I say.
“You’re bipolar. I can’t figure out where you want to hate me or fuck me.”
Emily pulls away from me as she heads for the door. I quickly block her path, unsatisfied with her refusal to answer.
“Are you afraid, pet?”
“I’m afraid of how you make me feel,” she admits.
“You scare me too, sweetheart.”
My words seem to strike a chord inside her. I feel Emily’s delicate fingers frantically tugging at the bottom of my shirt. There’s a need that vibrates through her fingertips as she touches me. My cock hardens at the warm sensation of her fingers sliding down to the top of my pants. It isn’t long before I feel her palms sliding up my stomach and then around my neck.
Emily isn’t tall enough to kiss me, but it doesn’t deter her from trying. My hands find her hips before quickly lifting her onto the bathroom sink. I hear the sound of items tumbling to the ground, but I don’t care. Her lips collide with mine as her fingers unzip my jeans. A gasp escapes her as my cock springs out. The cool breeze that circulates the bathroom only ceases to make each graze of her skin more delicious.
Emily giggles as I kick my pants to the side and pull her forward. Despite the demure look on her face, she pulls up her skirt without any hesitation. Emily’s clothes come flying off within a matter of seconds. The sight of her naked skin enamors me. Her nipples pucker as they sit exposed to the cool air. I take one into my mouth, teasing it with the edge of my teeth. I could never get used to the way her body responds to mine. It’s an unexpected gift. I bite harder and it only increases the heat I feel growing between her legs.
“Tristan,” she moans.
“Are you ready for me?” I ask, rubbing my cock at her entrance. As her hips buck into me, I know I can only tease us both so long before I unravel in front of her.
“Please,” she begs.
“Tell me you’re mine.”
I slide my lips across her chest and up the side of her shoulder.
Her body vibrates beneath my hold. The need to claim her as mine takes hold of me as my mind swims through the emotions gathering inside me.
“I need you from behind. I want you to watch me fuck you,” I tell her.
Emily takes my hand as she steps off of the counter. She turns toward the mirror and I catch her looking at herself with a critical gaze. I’ve always been amazed at how women can so easily tear themselves down when there’s so much beauty to behold.
“You don’t see you as I do,” I say, pushing her forward. “You’re a goddess.”
Her expression softens as she looks up at me with questioning eyes.
“You don’t have to say anything. Your body tells me everything,” I say, kissing her shoulder.
“Now, bend forward and spread your legs.”
She does as I ask, without further hesitation. The view of her wetness is enough to make me explode, but I have too many things I need to do to her before I finish. I run my hands down her back and down her ass. Her hips move into my touch as I work my way down her skin to get the blood flowing.
I grab her hairbrush off the floor and examine the material. It’s the perfect size. She looks up at me through the mirror and our eyes connect. A mixture of emotions passes through me as her curious gaze transfixes me. I’m willing to bet that no one but me has ever spanked her. I lift the brush and gently tap her bottom. A small sigh escapes her lips as I tap her harder the next time. The harder I tap, the heavier her breathing gets and the more I want to drive her back to my studio to play with.
Her eyes never leave me.
“Are you having fun, pet?”
Her lips never move, but I know she’s smiling.
“Answer me,” I command.
“Should I continue with the brush, or would you like my hand?”
I cup her pussy letting my fingers slip inside her. I’ve been dying to feel her beneath my fingers once again.
“Like this?” I taunt.
“That didn’t sound like any word I know,” I tease. “Now, put your hands behind you.”