One kiss...that's all it had taken to shake the very foundation of everything she'd ever known or experienced in a relationship. She'd been comfortable with the the way things had been in her relationships...nothing too deep, nothing too complicated. She'd known Seth less than a few hours, and already things were deep, complicated, and intense. She felt truly alive with him. It was almost as if she'd been navigating her relationships on some sort of autopilot, unaware of just how much she could burn for another person until he'd come along and struck the match. The whole thing was crazy, completely opposite of anything she'd have ever believed in until now, actually experiencing it first hand.
That warm, spicy scent that was so him enveloped her, dizzying her even further as she stared up at him. And to think...she hadn't thought this man would be of any danger to her. Oh, he wouldn't cause her physical harm--she believed that with every fiber of her being. The danger was simply that he challenged her ideas that true, unbridled passion existed only in novels...and that she was already willing to abandon those notions. A girl could get herself caught up in him...too easily. And the most dangerous part of it all? She wasn't scared.
He straightened some above her, his height an extreme contrast to her very petite stature. He brushed a few strands of silk from her face, an action she thought tender and sweet. She instinctively leaned towards his fingertips as he did so. Her lips curved at his chuckle, though she had begun to concentrate so fully on the feel of his body beneath her hand that she barely registered the words her spoke. She was truthfully quite awed by shape of his body...it was as if he were sculpted from some exquisite stone. It was a far cry from the faintly marshmallowy figures she was used to with the city boys...caused from one too many lattes. If his body was this impressive with the concealing sheath of clothing...well, she couldn't even imagine how appealing he would be without. The blooms of color on her cheeks deepened at the thought.
She was unaware of how much time had passed as she looked up into his eyes...it seemed just about every time she gazed into them, she became too absorbed to notice anything but him. He cleared his throat, the sound of it sweeping the fog from her mind just enough to hear his words. And for a moment, she thought she'd misheard him. Was he actually stopping to give her a choice in pushing this further or stopping? It took her off guard...most men would take her actions as an open invitation, moving forward until she either objected or yielded. Never had anyone actually stopped to ask and give her the choice.
There was no choice in the matter, though. Her body demanded him...she was powerless to fight it and didn't want to anyway. Now that she'd had a taste of him and had been exposed to the live wire that seemed to snap between them, she had to go further. Felt like she'd combust into flames herself if she didn't, honestly. Doubt was a hazy thing, tucked further into the corner of her mind...and only existed for one small but significant reason. She did not do one night stands. Sure, she'd had trysts that she'd known wouldn't last long...but she'd never viewed sex as so cavalier that she could engage in it with no expectation beyond the morning light. She didn't have long here...just four weeks. If she went to his bed tonight, she knew it wouldn't be enough. She'd want to fill those weeks with him, outside of the nasty business that had brought her here.
"I don't do one night stands, Seth." She said finally, hesitantly. If that was all he wanted from her, would she be strong enough to sever the electric current and leave? Oh, how she doubted it. "So I guess in that way, the reins are still in your hands. I have four weeks. I'd like to spend them with you." Her hand came to a rest low on the hard plane of his lower belly, desire licking at the edges of her topaz gaze. She wouldn't blame him if he didn't want to start something that would without a doubt end soon. She lived across the country from him, after all...if strings of attachment formed, it would end in heartache surely. It was a risk, but one she was willing to take. She leaned upwards to brush her lips against the little hollow of flesh at the base of his throat, letting it linger just a beat before her gaze returned to his. "Your choice..." She purred softly, aware that she was fervently hoping that he would agree.
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It makes me wanna take a back road
Makes me wanna take the long way home
Put a little gravel in my travel
Unwind, unravel all night long
Makes me wanna grab my honey
Tear down some two-lane country
Who knows..
Get lost and get right with my soul
†2010 Dodge Challenger†
†Furious Fuchsia†
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