12: Desire

I flattened my hands on his chest and pulled away and despite breaking the kiss; he didn’t back up. His hot breath fanned over my face and weakened me from the inside out. My gaze could barely hold him any longer because I knew I’d give in to this the longer I stared at him.

“Your body yearns for my touch. I see it in your eyes. But you believe giving in to it would be a sign of weakness.”

I flared at his audacity to read the truth. “The last thing I want is to have your hands on my body.” My anger spoke, but my voice betrayed me, conveying my need as it weakened towards the end.

“That’s a lie, because that’s exactly what you want. You’re afraid that you won’t be in control and you’re right, you won’t be, but that’s okay. I’ve got you.” His hand came up to draw a fine line from my shoulder, down my chest to the swell of my breast. My breath cut halfway and my nipple hardened as his palm covered my hidden breast and softly fondled it, earning a moan from me.

It was an explosive feeling