â€œLook at me Miss Parker. I want to see your face.â€
Iâ€™ve stopped breathing, and I donâ€™t know what else to say. I hear him moving closer, sitting beside me.
â€œHey,â€ his fingers gently pinch my chin, and slowly pull me to him. My face is bright red, I feel it burning, and the moment his dark eyes land on me, Iâ€™m pulled into the void.
â€œYou are beautiful.â€
Caught in the carnal web spinning around me, ever so slightly I move closer, and stop breathing again.
â€œI would love to kiss you, Miss Parker.â€
Inaudible words spoken in a moment of madness; my eyes close and I fall victim to his ways.
â€œTell me how you want itâ€¦â€ held in his strong grip, he gingerly rubs our lips together. â€œLike this,â€ he nips my lower lip playfully. â€œOr like this,â€ his tongue gently glides over the corners of my lips and, as if spellbound, my mouth opensâ€¦ Wanting, no, needing his kiss. â€œOrâ€¦â€ he unexpectedly inserts his tongue deep inside my mouth, taking me by surprise and expelling the remainder of doubt I had. I moan; helpless, Iâ€™m at his mercy. Heâ€™s holding my jaw firmly in his hand and he is leading this game. I…Iâ€™m just sitting here, drowning in what seems like a dream full of endorphins, I never want to wake up from.
He pulls back just as fast, and, breathing raggedly, he stays there, on the precipice of our kiss, breathing in my air.
â€œPleaseâ€¦ Donâ€™t stopâ€¦â€ I hear myself speak. Iâ€™ve never had a kiss like this. So alive. So possessive. Soâ€¦carnal. He kisses me again with so much fervor I mold into him. My bodyâ€¦I feel it wants more. It moves forward, into him. His body reacts, but I feel his hands ease off, subtly pushing me away from him. Separated by only the air, although connected in so many other ways, we are both panting.
â€œIf I donâ€™t stop now, Iâ€™m not going to be able to stop myself.â€
My pupils are dilated, my nostrils flared, Iâ€™m breathing like Iâ€™ve run a marathon.
â€œDimitri…,â€ I lean back, trying to catch my breath.
â€œYou are one hell of a kisser, Miss Parker.â€
â€œI-Iâ€™m sorry. I donâ€™t know what came over me.â€
Fully absorbed by the memory of our kiss, Iâ€™m still high.
â€œDo you always kiss like that?â€
â€œI donâ€™t kiss at all. Um.. I meanâ€¦ I donâ€™t know. How did I kiss?â€ What is wrong with the way I kiss?
â€œIt felt soâ€¦â€ he closes his eyes, knitting his eyebrows. â€œPerfect. It was likeâ€¦Like you were hungry for me. Like you havenâ€™t kissed anyone in years.â€
â€œYou are my first kiss in six years.â€