Reunited With The Bad Boy CEO

"Do you want me to put off the light or do you want to see every bit of it?" Shawn asked me, unbuttoning his shirt.

Staring at the switch in a bid to avoid his gaze, "Dark is better." I replied, my fingers swearing to fall off should I not quit brushing them against each other.

Blame my nervousness. Timid was too kind a word to describe me but then again, my reaction was justified.

I expected the lights to go off but instead, Shawn began to chuckle and advanced towards me, bare-chested. I was sitting at the edge of the bed and he climbed atop me.

"I want to see every bit of it, Pookie. Don't try to run from my radar." Every corner of his lips broke into a maleficent grin.

Why then did he ask initially? I would have put my thoughts into words but my timidity wouldn't allow me to speak. I stared at nothing in my fingers instead.

"You know it's funny how you stare at me so much in class that you grew popular for it and couldn't look into my eyes now that we are together in my room." Shawn continued, licking my control out of his lower lip.

Those lips of his were one of his best features. I could feel myself dripping wet below or was it just the alcohol I took at the party that was making me this ludicrous? I wondered.

Shawn was a breath away as he raised my chin with one of his hands so that our noses could kiss each other. "Do you want me to show you what it means to be alone with a boy in his room?" He asked, eyes holding my gaze firmly.

My cheeks flushed immediately. It was embarrassing because I knew he would see it. I nodded in reply.

Being someone who had always been bullied in school and belittled because of her crooked nose, this was like a dream come true for me.

"Good Girl." Shawn grinned and then, without warning, he crashed his lips on mine.

I had no idea what to do since this was my first time kissing a boy but Shawn was leading on well. His lips parted mine and his tongue began to work its way around my mouth. Now, I was sure that I was already dripping wet.

Shawn tasted like tequila and white wine. He took a lot of those earlier when we were still at the party. I also did take a lot, fed by him of course. Now that his mouth devoured mine hungrily, it felt like I was having another shot of tequila with Shawn's mouth as its cup.

I knew now that I would love the taste of tequila forever. I encircled my hands around his neck, steadily getting lost in the sensation. Even if I didn't know what to do, Shawn seemed well-versed in the intimacy game and it was easy for me to acclimate.

He progressed when he grabbed my boobs and huddled them softly like he was a creator nudging life into them.