Maybe not forever but for one night.
The kiss lingers, exploring and unhurried. With every shift of our tongues, the rhythm changes, making each stroke is intentional.
It feels like we’re building something. Laying the foundation for something neither of us seems ready for.
When I break away from her, I rest my forehead against hers, desperate to remember the lines she drew and how far we’ve already crossed it.
She whispers, “We should stop.”
“Yeah.”
Yet, neither of us moves. And that’s the problem.
Dotting her neck with open-lipped kisses, I move the collar of her blouse to the side, dragging my nose under her ear and across her collarbone. My fingers push the buttons of her silky shirt through the holes, exposing her full breasts. Her chest rises and falls in short beats with her pupils blown against her porcelain skin.
My finger pads trace the curve of her bra, causing her breasts to pimple. I dip my head into her flesh, kissing and sucking. She slides one of her legs over mine, now straddling me. One hand sneaks around the back of my neck and she arches into me, asking for more.
Unable to stop there, I make quick work of the small buttons and rake the silky purple blouse from her shoulders.My fingers pause for a half a second like I’m giving her one last chance to stop me before I pinch the clasp of her matching colored bra.
She doesn’t.
Her breath comes faster, chest pushing against me, her fingers gripping my neck like she’s anchoring herself to something she doesn’t quite trust.
The straps slide down her shoulders, and I brush the fabric away, letting it fall between us.
When I look down, she moves one hand to cover her breasts and one hundred percent of my focus is in one place.
“Don’t be shy. You’re beautiful,” I say, my voice hoarse and low. I take her hand in mine and place hers around my neck.
She looks at me like she’s already questioning how we got to this point.
I murmur against the skin above her nipple, “Still a bad idea?”
“Yes,” she lets out an exaggerated sigh.
I run my tongue over her hardened peak, sucking, pacing myself, wanting to memorize every moment.
Her hands tunnel into my hair and raise my head so that we’re only a hairsbreadth apart. My mouth finds her again and she speeds us up like she’s chasing a feeling. I am too, I can already feel something happening in my core. Her lips shift against mine and I feel it everywhere.
The heat.
The friction.
The fact that we’re quickly losing control from rules and ethics.
My hands move down her back, mapping the curve ofher spine, pulling her so tight there’s no more room between us.
She exhales sharply into my mouth and I break the kiss just long enough to drag my tank over my head, tossing it onto the floor.
Her eyes dart down my chest and then back up. Her eyes—curious, hungry, uncertain.
“Parker…” she whispers.
Is it a warning? Is it permission? Or something in between?
Her skirt inches up on her thighs and I brush my fingers under the hem, while I peer into her eyes. If she wants me to stop, her eyes will tell me even if she can’t voice it.
She leans into me more, her breath warm against my throat as I kiss my way back down to her chest, my heartbeat thumping nearly out of control. I can’t remember ever wanting someone so bad.
