May gives into temptation

May’s breath caught in her throat as Elliott’s gaze held hers. She took a step back, her body brushing against the textured wall of the studio. “We shouldn’t,” she began. She couldn’t look away from him.

He didn’t move closer, but somehow it seemed as though he had. “Shouldn’t we? Or do you think you shouldn’t?”

May opened her mouth to respond, almost grinning, but the words tangled on her tongue. “I’m married,” she finally managed. “I have a husband.”

“I’m not asking about him. What do you want?”

The answer to that was simple, but she tried to resist the urge to admit it. She failed. “I do want you,” she confessed.

A spark of something dark and fierce flared in Elliott’s eyes. His fingers brushed against her cheek. A shiver ran down her spine. “If he was giving you what you needed, you wouldn’t be here with me right now.”

Before she could say anything more, his lips were on hers, the kiss igniting her. She kissed him back with a hunger she barely remembered. His fingers tangled in her hair as she pressed herself against him. They stumbled against the wall. Everything seemed to spin out of control. His hand roamed over her back, pulling her even closer, and May felt herself melting into him. His other hand was thumbing the buttons on her blouse. The thought of her husband came back to her. It should have made her tell him to stop, but she didn’t. The shirt fell open and it didn’t move her in the slightest. She only wanted more. “Yes,” she said to Elliott.