I couldn't tear my eyes away. They were glued to his with an imaginary gorilla glue. My staring didn't go unnoticed.
"What?" he asked, a dark eyebrow slanted upwards.
"Nothing...I just.." I paused, glanced away, thought better of it, and looked him straight in the eyes. "I want to kiss you."
He searched my eyes for a moment before responding softly, "Then kiss me."
I grabbed his neck and pulled him down to my level aggressively. He didn't seem to mind and slid right into the kiss, as if we had practiced a million times.
Broken thoughts flitted back and forth across my mind.
Desire. Hips. Uneven breath. Sticky skin. Sweet embrace.
Don't ever let me go, I thought desperately.
I won't, he whispered back.
Good.
He smiled against my lips; I smiled with him. Our thoughts mingled smoothly when we came in contact.
I edged onto his lap, hungering for an intimacy beyond the feather light touch of his lips. The sudden heat in his lap reflected my desires. My movements became less controlled and liquid, and more biting and spontaneous.
I shoved him against the couch arm and proceeded to rip his shirt off. He didn't seem to care that his shirt was being shredded. He smiled lazily up at me, one finger intertwining itself in my hair. He released the lock and watched it curl reflexively back into place.
"You play too much," I criticized him half-heartedly, my voice muffled by my passion.
"Only because it excites you so," he bantered back with a mischievous grin upon his face.
I wanted to smack him and eat him at the same time. But the smacking would have to come later. Because right now...