Just as she patiently invested time with her restoration projects, I should follow her lead, be equally as patient, invest time in building our relationship.
At least while my willpower remained intact.
But every heartbeat made it fade.
I was torn.
So…
My resolve.
Disappeared.
All those sweet little touches and caresses just weren’t enough. The beast inside me was ravenous, roaring with anticipation, desperate to come out of its cage and play.
Her delicate fingers absently grasped mine while she quietly hummed along with the song playing on the radio, her voice soft and melodic, as enchanting as she was, just sheer perfection.
I was mad for her, putty in her hands, and at the same time strong, whole, feeling more of a man than I ever had before.
So fucking confused.
By the time I cut my truck’s engine outside her house, I’d made a decision.
Patience be damned.
Seize the moment.
I was ready to make the next move.
She walked a little ahead of me, hips swaying, dancing at her own pace. Mesmerizing me.
By the time we reached her front door, I was more than ready to throw down my resolution to proceed slowly and instead let my body take control.
Craving a kiss, my mouth was dry, my muscles tense. But I knew that if I kissed her, I’d want more. So much more.
With every step I took up the stairs, the lust inside me grew stronger.
At her door, she toyed with her keys, looking for a reason to linger, to put off my departure. That was all I needed to push me over the edge.
“Fuck it.” I took her face between my hands. Restraint be damned. I needed her!
It wasn’t passion. It wasn’t lust. It was pure need. More than physical need. A magical casting.
Our breaths mingling.
Orange and mystery.
Longing and lust.
Urge and desperation.
My forehead dropped to hers as I wrapped my hand around her slender waist, holding her close.
Souls seeking out their partners.
A groan of pure need left my chest as I tilted up her chin, then slowly, almost painfully, brushed my lips across hers.
Sparks.