Let My Hands Do the Talking (Completed)

Chapter 11

Chapter 11

Liana started sweating in panic. "I'm sweating over here. I can't see anything. I'm getting claustrophobic in here!"

Dylan can't see her but he can definitely hear her. She hasn't stopped talking yet. He felt his way around until he felt her arm. He pulled her to him. He hugged her and buried his face into her neck.

Her whole body began to shake and she began to cry. "I'm scared and it's dark."

He squeezed her tighter. Curse the darkness. He wants to talk to her and comfort her but she can't see him. At times like this he really hates that his dang voice doesn't work. He's getting angrier by the second.

She wrapped her arms around his neck and tucked her face in his chest, soaking his shirt in tears.

Her voice came out muffled. "I bet you think I'm a big crybaby. Crying because we're stuck in an elevator," she laughed nervously. She's trying to lighten the mood. It doesn't seem to be working for her.

Another loud noise sounded and her whole body jumped.

"I just really want to go home." Well technically her car. Even being there would feel better than being here.

Suddenly they dropped one floor. She squeezed on to him tighter, muffling her screams into his chest.

Dylan feels so powerless in trying to calm her down. He's not scared at all. He knows that they are going to be all right but she seems to be thinking the exact opposite.

"We're going to die in here. This is like a nightmare from hell. I saw a movie like this once and it didn't end good. I can't take this. I wish I could pass out so that when I wake up this will hopefully be all over. I knew this whole time that this elevator was a death trap. It has been working slow since we got here. Why did I not trust my instincts when it kept telling me not to come on here."

He awkwardly pats her head. He doesn't know what else to do. He's trying to let her know that everything will be okay but she keeps rambling on and on.

"I'm so scared. Help!" she screams but it's useless.

Then he can here her crying again. He feels so bad for her. He hates when girls cry. It makes him feel all weird inside. He wants her to be quiet and calm down but he can't say it. It would be real rude if he puts his hands over her mouth to hush her, so he does the only other thing he can think of.

He backs her up against the wall and covers her mouth with his own. She's quiet for a second.

Almost immediately she backs away and tries to protest. There's no where to run. He's caged around her. His taunting masculine scent surrounds her. "No... this isn't the right thing to be doing right now. We're stuck in-"

He kisses her again and this time more passionately. He doesn't want to hear anything else. Her mouth taste like vanilla, his new favorite flavor. He presses his body into hers and swallow her every protest.

Liana's defensive wall starts to break down. She tries one more time. She breaks the kiss breathing deeply. "Stop," she whispers but at the same time her hand is sliding up his shirt touch his abs.

He finally has her calm and not thinking about the situation that they are in. There is no way he's stopping now. They might be in here for a while and there's nothing to interrupt them in the way.

He lifts her body and she wraps her legs around his waste. She moans in his ear when she feels his hardness press right into her most sensitive spot.

He kisses her again and this time she doesn't hold anything back. All the remaining tension leaves her body when he grinds himself into her. The pleasure runs deep into her veins. Her thighs are quivering.