Double Agent

Reckless Passions

Dash's body was tense for the briefest second before he reacted. With his arms circling my waist, he hoisted me from the ground, drawing me closer, and kissing me deeply. Lips parting, our tongues met and I felt like I could finally breathe as my mind sang with delight at the forbidden act. It was as though everything I'd thought and done had been leading to this very second, and I was finally accepting the truth of where I was destined to be. With a small bump, we collided with the wall laughter rippling through us both as Dash gently loosened his hold on me, allowing me to slip back down to the ground. I peered up into those gleaming blue eyes, which were now darkened with lustful longing, heat flushing through my body and my teeth grazing my lower lip.

"If that was an attempt to stop me from being mad, it didn't work." He muttered breathlessly, "I'm still pissed you left without me."

He brushed my cheek and tucked a loose strand of my hair from my face.

I laughed as I picked up on the playful tone of his words, shaking my head and reaching for the door.

"We can talk about that later." I replied, "For now, I have something I'd much rather do."

Dash tilted his head to the side, a broad smirk plastered on his face, and with a promising smile, I took his hand, and led him inside.

I was silently grateful that we made it through the lounge without bumping into anyone. The stairway and upper landing remained silent and clear too, saving me from any awkward face to face encounters with the others. When I came to a stop outside of the room that I'd been staying in during my time in the house, Dash tugged me away, shaking his head.

"What is it?" I asked, my mouth running dry as I feared a sudden rejection.

He shook his head, not speaking before he pulled me further along the hallway, only stopping when we reached his room.

"I want you in my bed." He breathed, kissing me briefly and swinging the door open.

Finally alone in private, I was taken aback by how the room seemed to close in on us. It was as though we were embodying every square inch of space, the heat rose to the point that I felt like I was standing beside a raging fire, which crackled against my skin leaving tingles passing up and down my arms and a thick tension electrifying the air. My heart hammered away in my chest whilst my eyes swept over the large, perfectly made bed. I was suddenly very aware of what had brought us here, and couldn't differentiate between excitement and nervousness. With the gentle warmth of Dash's hands on my waist, my limbs turned to jelly, and my breath escaped in a low, longing sigh. With such a small space between us, I couldn't help myself, capturing his face between my hands, I pulled him down into a tender kiss, wrapping my arms around his neck.

A pulsating urge stirred between my thighs, and I grasped his broad, sculpted shoulders, slowly travelling lower and feeling every defined line of his toned torso, before settling at his hips. I ran my finger along the hem of his shirt, bunching it up and tugging the fabric up over his head. Faced with his impressive physique, a dozen devilish thoughts raced through my mind and I struggled to resist the temptation to perform each act instantly.

Spurred on by the shedding of clothes, his mouth descended on me, and with each layer lost, we got closer and closer together, exploring one another's bodies, our need for more intimate contact increasing intensely. We dragged one another across the room, leaving a wreckage of clothes in our wake, until the back of my knees collided with the bed. I almost toppled backwards as Dash suddenly tensed, jolting back a step and turning his face away, his chest rising and falling rapidly.

"Dash?" I gasped, alarmed by his drastic shift.

"I'm sorry, I..." He panted, closing his eyes and hanging his head.