The Kiss
His dark eyes flashed with intent as he drew near. I smelled, not cologne or smoke or rain, but him, HIS scent. Intoxicating.
My mind raced with doubt and desire. Maybe we should wait. Maybe I'm not ready for any of this.
I shouldn't let this happen, but I want this.
His hands glided up to my face. There was no going back now.
Lips, full and soft, found their niche between mine. They pressed, then slowly separated to pull on my bottom lip and draw it in, suction that teased every nerve in my body. My eyes parted slightly, catching him in the act of watching me. For a moment, I heard his thoughts. He stopped, pulled back for a moment. There was no sound, no air. Then, he leaned forward again to claim me.
His tongue wetted mine as it slid inside to explore my whole mouth. I allowed him complete control and he took it without hesitation. He kissed me so deeply, as if he could possess me solely by this one act.
And he did....
I lost all sense of what was before and what is to come. His touch, his scent, and his kiss became my only reality. My fingers brushed his cheek, memorizing every angle. His chest against mine was firm and lean; I gave in to my need to place my hands against his chest, feel the contour of the muscle and his heart thumping inside. His breath poured hot against my cheek, his need growing, his kiss somehow deepening, an impossible thing or so I thought.
His hands found my back and he pulled me ever closer, crushing me against his entire body. I stopped shaking, stopped doubting. Lost in his warmth and his scent, I would never be the same.