12-02-2018, 12:18 AM
The Opening Act
He took her offered throat, but not before burning kisses across her jaw to her ear, biting then drifting over her neck in a hunger that had her clutching his side tighter, gasping softly. Jarring shocks were sparking across her skin everywhere he touched, every place his lips claimed. His growl as she felt his bare skin beneath his shirt kicked her pulse even higher, ignited further as he lifted her to his hips and pressed her against the wall.
Her legs automatically curled around his waist, the ridiculous skirt flashing smooth skin, ruffled helplessly as his hand brushed up her thigh and traveled over her side. She shifted, restless and aching, spilling a soft whimper as he returned to kiss her deeply. She kissed back, ravenous and rhythmic as she tasted his lips, breathed in the electric gravity that seemed to have her bound to him like an addict.
He said her name, whispered it. Then again, pulling her in to kiss him deeper. She complied with a soft moan, completely consumed by the wildfire he spread in her veins, the way he dashed away any chance of rational thought. Until he parted from the kiss and left her gasping quietly.
His head pressed to her erratic pulse in her neck, her collarbone. "I lose control around you," he said, his voice low and husky, and honestly it only made her want this more.
"So next move is on you. The ball is in your court, Wallace."
She whimpered softly, her legs tightening around his hips and her head falling back against the wall with a harsh breath. Her hair snagged on the brick and she didn't feel it at all, feeling too much elsewhere. She knew this was meaningless to him. This wasn't for her but just a body he felt like enjoying for the time being.
She wasn't going to pass it up though. How long had it been since she'd been touched this way, held this way? And only the twice in her life. It was only selfishness for him, and it could be selfishness for her too. She worried her bottom lip between her teeth, knowing this was bad, probably so bad. But she hadn't felt in so damn long and here he was setting her ablaze like no other has tried.
The haze in her eyes cleared some, her hands lifting to hold his face and kiss him deeply again, squeezing his hips and clutching him to her with her legs. She nipped a breathless trail to his jaw, along the hard line of it and whispered, "Take me away, Woolf."
She deserved to feel again, just this once at least, didn't she?
Her hips rocked deliberately, eyes flashing up to his and settling a kiss in the corner of his firm mouth.
"Take me away."