“You taste good,” she told me as her tongue began to tease my own from my mouth.  “And you smell good.”

I was just getting into the kiss when her lips left mine to travel back down to my collar bone, her nose pressing to the sensitive skin there and smelling my fragrance before she sighed and firmly planted her knee between mine.

“Fuck,” I sighed, feeling the pressure hit me in exactly the right spot.  She pressed harder for a second, before pulling away to look me in the eye.

“I love you, you know that, right?” she asked, suddenly self-conscious.  Her blushed cheeks and swollen lips made her look cherubic, and I felt my pulse quicken and strengthen in response.

“Of course,” I smiled.

I kissed her deeply to show I felt the same way for her, only to be taken by surprise when she lifted me up to sit on the edge of the desk and planted herself firmly between my legs.

“And you know I don’t want to rush you into anything you don’t want,” she continued.

“I know,” I sighed, barely even a whisper as she rocked slightly into me, her hands running down to firmly hold my ass.

“So why don’t you trust me?” she asked, removing a hand from my rear to lightly tip my chin up to look me in the eyes.

“I trust you,” I told her.  “Really, I do.”

“Good,” she sighed, the gentle fingertips leaving my chin in favour of working on the top button of my blouse.  Soon it was undone, along with the rest of the buttons of my top, and her hands were swiftly making their way between parted fabric and across taught skin.  I was breathing so heavily I could feel the way my muscles were contracting with each heave of my lungs, and suddenly I felt light headed with the volume of oxygen and blood rushing through me.  Her head dipped lower, her tongue and lips tracing a searing line from my jaw to my cleavage that left me reeling.  I pulled her closer to me, desperate to feel the pressure of her body between my legs and flinched slightly once my demands were met.  She felt so good.  She felt too good.

I pushed her away, immediately noting the hurt in her eyes.

“See, that’s what I’m talking about,” she snapped, a hand immediately reaching up into her hair to push it back from her face.  She was flushed, hot under the collar, wanting me, and I’d rejected her.  “If you trust me, what the fuck’s going on?”

“What do you mean?” I asked, reaching for my blouse to begin to button it up.  I stopped myself, though, not wanting to appear to be embarrassed of her seeing me in such a way.

“You keep pushing me away – every time we get close you do it!” She said accusingly.  I could hear the desperation and the pain and anger in her voice, and it hurt me, but not as much as it’d hurt her to know about the bet.  “Are you having second thoughts about us?”