Things heat up

After just the briefest moment of him searching her eyes, he slowly closed the distance. It almost seemed as though she’d thrown him slightly off has game by calling him out. Like he’d been working toward building his opening, to make sure he didn’t miss his shot. But now, his mouth found hers without hesitation.

His hand stayed at her neck, fingers cupping it slightly as he kissed her. It felt slow at first, almost tentative, as if testing. She leaned in, her wine glass finally abandoned on the table beside them. Her lips moved with his, the kiss deepening by increasing degrees, building from their combined urgency, after weeks of her teasing him through text, phone conversations, and a couple of pictures.

When he pulled back enough to look at her, her eyes were already on him.

“That what you were waiting for?” he asked.

She didn’t answer. Just let her fingers trail along the inside of his forearm where it rested on the couch.

He leaned in again, this time with more certainty. His other hand moved, skimming her hip, then resting against the stockings covering her thigh. The dress shifted beneath his fingers, the fabric soft, stimulating the skin beneath it. She didn’t stop him, only adjusted, leaning herself slightly more into him.

The kiss was less polite, as they explored each other’s mouths. Her hand found the side of his neck, fingers brushing behind his ear as his tongue flicked gently against hers. She tasted him, feeling the determination from him now. The same confidence he’d carried all night now finally matched with action.

He slid his hand a few inches higher on her thigh, the hem of her dress giving easily beneath his touch. She let him, giving no signs of resistance or mixed signals.

The kiss stretched longer, breath catching between them when he moved, pulling her a little closer, they were now as close as they could be in their current position on the couch. His hand found the edge of her stocking just above her knee, his thumb brushing that exposed strip of skin between the lace and the fabric of her dress.

When he pulled back again, it was to look at her, in the hopes of teasing with his question.

“You still deciding, where tonight is going?” he asked almost smiling, just taking a moment, to appreciate her beauty.

She held his gaze, her breath causing her cleavage to rise and fall.

“I’d decided before I sent you that first text this morning,” she said with a sultry smile.

And this time, she was the one to pull him in.

Her hand slid behind his neck, fingers threading into his hair as her mouth found his again, hungrier now, with no teasing left. The kiss deepened quickly, as his hand tightened at her thigh and their bodies pressed closer. He shifted on the couch, trying to draw her in tighter, but the angle of everything, the way they were turned toward each other, it left no room.

Natalie didn’t hesitate. Without breaking the kiss, she rose only far enough to move smoothly across the space between them, and straddled his lap.

His hands immediately found her again, placing one at her waist, the other sliding down to her thigh, fingers brushing the edge of her wrap where it had fallen open. The fabric parted beneath his touch, and his hand moved higher, skin to skin now. His thumb traced slowly along the bit of her exposed thigh there was, until it met the soft resistance of the garter strap.

She felt more than heard the low and involuntary moan into her mouth from him. His fingers followed the band, tracing it along her smooth skin. She savored the feel, and his obvious reaction to her choice to wear them. She felt a jolt of electricity pulse deep in her core.

She kissed him harder, biting at his lip, one hand gripping his shoulder, and the other buried in his hair. He moved beneath her, his hips pressing up slightly as her weight settled on him, but he didn’t move his hands past her thighs. One slid higher, to where her thigh met the curve of her hip, his palm spreading there, pressing her down against him.

His grip made the burning inside her worse, in the best possible way.

She hunched her hips once, slowly, feeling how hard he already was beneath her. He groaned again, and his mouth broke from hers, catching her lower lip between his teeth.

“Natalie,” he said against her mouth, almost a warning.

She smiled, breathless, leaving no room for hints and innuendos.

His voice was rough when he spoke, and laced with a half-laugh, like he knew how ridiculous he sounded trying to slow anything down now.

“Tell me if I’m going too slow,” he said, with a grin. There was no desire to slow down, just a need to catch his breath for a moment.

A quick laugh escaped her, caught off guard by the ridiculous suggestion. “You’re not,” she breathed, leaning in until her lips brushed his. “But if you stop, we’ll have a problem.”

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