Chapter 49: On my knees

When she first broke away from the kiss I was worried that this was it. The kiss of death, because at this point I am sure that is exactly what would happen if I couldn't have her. But then she leaned up and kissed me again. And as much as I would love to be a gentleman about this I can't. It's been too long, since I was able to touch her.

I pulled her closer, my hands tangling in her hair, not wanting to let go. The kiss deepened, and I felt her respond with an urgency that mirrored my own. It had been too long for her too, since we'd allowed ourselves this closeness, and the pent-up desire threatened to overwhelm me.

In that moment, nothing else mattered but her and this kiss. I knew I should slow down, savor this reunion, but my body had a mind of its own. I traced her jawline with my thumb, my heart racing as I explored her face, committing every detail to memory. When we finally parted, breathless and dazed, I rested my forehead against hers, afraid to break the spell. I saw the