Arielle Hudson

He was ruining it. Five minutes before, he__ looked at her with desire and she__ thought finally. Finally, someone saw her. Finally, someone wanted her and she would know what it was like to be a woman. She would know what it felt like to have another person__ hands on her. But now he looked at her with misplaced compassion. As if she were so desperate to get laid she had missed something. As if there was some man waiting in the wings. There wasn__. This was it, her final chance for pleasure and with every question, with every word, he ruined it.

He wanted to give her more than that. Sex with him would never be just another thing she ticked off her list. It would be all-consuming and no matter how they ended up, this woman would always remember her nights with him as some of the best she__ ever had. His pride demanded nothing less. His love for her could give nothing less.

And he kissed her. Slow, hot and oh so heavy. It wasn__ a kiss of love or romance. It wasn__ probing or questioning. It was simple; conquer. He kissed her like it was all he wanted. He kissed her like it was all that she needed and in that moment it was.

It was just a quick touch of his lips and it left her breathless, as always. In that moment his kiss infuriated her. This was only supposed to happen in the movies! It was a feeling designed by books! She wasn__ supposed to feel her lungs seize and butterflies were not supposed to run rampant in her stomach, just because a man pressed his lips to her lips

Grabbing her close to him, he spun her around and pushed her against the wall. They needed something solid to keep them steady, because he didn__ see himself giving up those lips any time soon. He would kiss her until she lost her breath and it was only his lips on hers that kept her upright. Only the kiss that kept her breathing.