Wanted this

CRICKET “RICKI’ DANVERS

I shook with feverish intensity the closer I got to his door. His words that afternoon had jolted me but I was over the shock and now all I wanted was his hands on my body. Touching me. Cursing me.

The dress I wore was simple enough not to arouse suspicion but what was hidden underneath could easily make any man mental. My heart raced with mad intensity as I reached the door. I remembered what he had said and knocked twice and then waited.

The door opened and I rushed in from fear of getting caught. He was dressed in a red garment that made him look like a sexy vampire ready to suck the life out of me by placing deadly fangs against the nape of my neck.

I stumbled deeper into the room trying to distract myself. His eyes stayed on me even as he locked the door. I felt heat emitting from my body at the way he was looking at me.

“Grealish—” I stuttered, my brain struggling to construct a decent chain of thought.

He held his finger to his lip making me swallow wha