A Million Memories

Chapter 3

Marlena stood there quietly, an open invitation etched into her features, and John wanted her so badly. The impulse to latch on to her, and throw them both to the bed was barely controllable. This was probably why he shouldn't drink. John's breathing picked up, his breaths becoming harsher. He felt himself growing hard with want and anticipation. Clenching his fists to keep himself from grabbing her, he stepped back, almost hitting the wall behind him, even though they were on opposite sides of the room. She was too close. His soul ached for her so badly it was becoming painful. He practically growled at her, saying, "You need to be with your husband. Please. You have to leave. Right now."

But she couldn't. Marlena knew why he was clenching his fists, why he stepped back from her. A small part of her reveled in the knowledge that John was close to losing what little control he had left. She knew, and that, combined with her desperation to hold onto him, was pushing her to act. She was so scared that he was going to leave her forever, and take what little bit of himself she was allowed...and then she'd be lost. That dark, and lonely place that had been pulling at her for the past year would consume her.

"John...I can't," she cried. She knew he was pushing her away before they did something they might regret, but the more she thought about what her life was, versus what it could be, she wasn't so sure she would regret it.

She wanted to see how far she could push him before he acted, so she stepped into the middle of the room, near the foot of his bed. She intentionally ran her eyes over his half-naked form, taking in his unbuttoned jeans, his obvious erection, and his bare feet. She watched as he shivered, the muscles in his abdomen trembling. John stared at her, breathing hard, almost moaning aloud, his body visibly tense. Having her in his bedroom, and remembering their life together, his love for her, and the passion they shared, was almost his undoing.

Her scent invaded his mind, and almost stripped him of his breath. In her face, he saw fear, pain, loneliness, heartbreak, and desire. Desire. Marlena made no attempt to hide her emotions, laying her soul bare for him to read. "Doc..." he groaned feeling his cock get even harder in the tight confines of his jeans, "you have to leave..."

She held her hand out to him, tears streaming down her soft cheeks, "Please don't make me leave, John...please..."

He stared at her hand for a moment, and then back to her teary eyes. "If I so much as even touch you..." he said with barely restrained arousal as she continued to hold out her hand. "I won't stop, Doc. I won't be able to. I've had too much to drink, and honestly, I won't want to...fuck, Doc, I've barely been able to hold myself in check for weeks...so I'm asking you, I'm begging you, to leave...before I—before we, do something we will wish we hadn't done later. I can't bear to see regret in your eyes. I think that would break me completely."

Marlena dropped her hand to her side. She gazed on his tense face, struggling to maintain control, and then she looked at his lips, and she said softly, moving one step closer, "I don't know that I would regret it." She licked over her lips, and that little peek of the tip of her pink tongue changed everything.

Time stopped and rushed forward at the same time. John moved to meet her, slamming their bodies together, threading his fingers into her hair, pulling her head back, and crushed his lips to hers. The force of his actions caused her to whimper and moan from shock, and arousal. His mouth pulled at her, biting and sucking for several long moments. Marlena's sharp gasps filling the otherwise silent room.

John pulled back, licking his lips, staring into her hazel eyes, "Fuck, Doc! You taste like a million memories." His lips found her neck, and bit into her roughly, licking over the sting he left behind. He was going to leave marks on her body, and he couldn't stop himself. He had an almost primal desire to claim her, and mark her as his. He wanted to leave marks that she would have to find a way to hide. His body was thrumming with tension as Marlena's high pitched mewling sounds rang in his ears. Her hands pulled at his hair roughly, pulling his mouth back to hers, biting at his lips. It was a kiss that consumed them. They lost track of where one ended and the other began. She never wanted it to end. Kissing John was like coming home.