in my ear.
My entire body quivers so violently, there’s no way he missed it. I’m not one to disappoint. I do exactly as he suggested. The song is slower, so my hips follow suit in a slow grind against him. I’m fully aware of the hardening of his body and the intense grip he has on my waist. I’m aware of the blur of faces and bodies around us that seem to belong to a totally different world now that I’m in Desmond’s arms. I’m aware of the song and how every lyric only seems to bring us closer together, if that is even possible. I don’t think it is, but it feels like we’re completely in sync, maybe for the very first time, fused together in a moment of passion that I couldn’t shake if I tried.
Meanwhile, his mouth is trailing from my ear, down my neck, and into that sensitive place between my throat and my shoulder. His lips part slightly, just enough so that his warm tongue can snake out to taste my skin. Soon enough, his lips, tongue, and teeth are running a line back up my neck, and the moment I feel like he’s hardened completely, his teeth sink down into my skin, creating a wave of need and pleasure that pulse deep inside me. And then his hands start to roam. They find the edge of my tank, and his thick fingers slip beneath it.
I realize this is Desmond behind me and that there’s nothing between us more than whatever this physical, pulsing chemistry is. But damn, it has been a long time since I’ve been kissed. It’s been so long that I can’t even remember what it feels like to have a man’s lips on mine. And I would be a liar if I say I haven’t imagined the taste of Desmond’s lips in particular. In fact, it might have been the initial thought I had of him when my eyes found his for the first time.
When I met him, I remember seeing him as this tall, wild-haired, bearded man wearing an apron at the front of class. My pulse sped, my veins throbbed, and my entire being lit with an excitement I had to taper with a hard bite down on my bottom lip. “Now there’s a man who I’d let ruin my lipstick.” Those were my exact words to my sister, Monica, after spotting the hottie in an apron.
Unfortunately, the fantasy didn’t last long. All it took was a little background knowledge to sway my attraction, knowledge I’m forcibly pushing from my brain as he searches my neck with his teeth, lips, and tongue. It’s one swipe of gentle and sharp that causes me to inhale quickly as I twist to look at the man who has me completely lifted into a fog of sex and music.
Is it bad to want someone so badly that all sanity gets tossed out the window? Because I know, without pause, that I would give myself to Desmond right this very moment.
His long lashes flip up, and his eyes catch mine over my shoulder. Those serious eyes have a devilish gleam, telling me he’s just as ready to break down all the barricades we’ve built between us. Then he moves in, slowly at first, before quickening for the kill just as his lips approach mine. They’re just hovering there, making me wait, making me wonder. I can feel the ache between my legs and the heating of my core that follows.
The slow and sweet lyrics fill the space around us, lifting us above my already foggy state, high above the clouds, until I’m merely floating in dangerous proximity to the rain shower sure to drown us both. But I don’t care, not when his breath hits mine in one final warning, like a crack of thunder before the sky lights up the night. The lightning is certain to be pretty, but I’m ready to risk the aftermath just for tonight.
My back is still to him as I close the gap to reach his lips, and I linger there for just a moment. All my questions about the way they feel against mine are answered in a mere instant. They’re thick, just like his hands. They’re soft and slick too—slick because he just wet them on my skin—skin that still burns from his touch.
But Desmond doesn’t allow me another second to memorize his mouth. He’s pressing his lips around mine, molding them firmly with his. One