The feeling over lips, the touch of her hands, and the smile on her face all seemed more intoxicating than several ill-advised shots of firewhiskey, which had never seemed possible when he was with other women. Even yesterday's trip to the whorehouse—even with the emotions and sexual tension riding high—had been dull just compared to Miss Lynch's far more innocent touches by comparison.
He couldn't help but flash her a similar smile in response, though his was more hungry, more anticipative, than hers. While he was stronger and more dominant, she was the one who had him reacting to her. Insufferable woman.
He hadn't even realized how far they've moved until she hit the wall through the thickness of the fog, prompting an husky laugh to leave his throat. The wall meant more leverage—and she'd caught onto that, too.
His hands moved from her backside to her waist, and then wandered up her rib-cage, over her bosom, and up her neck. He cupped her cheeks softly and moved his lips slowly against hers, taking his sweet time in registering her taste and scent into his memory. He only removed his lips from hers to trail light kisses down her neck, his mouth immediately searching for the new skin she'd exposed.
(He wasn't sure just how far she planned on taking them, but damn would he be in need of a little relief later. Who would have ever thought the irritating girl with the pig-maid would end up having so much power over him?)
He couldn't help but flash her a similar smile in response, though his was more hungry, more anticipative, than hers. While he was stronger and more dominant, she was the one who had him reacting to her. Insufferable woman.
He hadn't even realized how far they've moved until she hit the wall through the thickness of the fog, prompting an husky laugh to leave his throat. The wall meant more leverage—and she'd caught onto that, too.
His hands moved from her backside to her waist, and then wandered up her rib-cage, over her bosom, and up her neck. He cupped her cheeks softly and moved his lips slowly against hers, taking his sweet time in registering her taste and scent into his memory. He only removed his lips from hers to trail light kisses down her neck, his mouth immediately searching for the new skin she'd exposed.
(He wasn't sure just how far she planned on taking them, but damn would he be in need of a little relief later. Who would have ever thought the irritating girl with the pig-maid would end up having so much power over him?)
— set by MJ! —