Her breath caught as he entered the kitchen. She had just finished cleaning. ’I’m sorry I behaved that way. Please forgive me Paris. I came to say goodnight –’she stopped his words with her index finger on his lips. ‘Don’t apologise.’ She said and went on her toes to kiss him. He held her tightly to him. She smelt of lavender and something spicy. The kiss intensified like she knew it would. He kissed her neck, her ear, nibbled on that lobe, ever so soft, she let out a moan. He framed her face with his huge palms. She was dainty. Beautiful. The desire in his eyes made her feel victorious. ’No we can’t.’ he said. ‘I want you so bad. But I can’t do this to you. I can’t –’she started to unbutton his shirt, he held her hands. ‘I meant it when I said no.’ she turned back to the sink. ‘I’m sorry. I’m not –’ ‘I know you don’t throw yourself at men –’ remove your tank top. Say you’re hot. Just get him in bed tonight or you may never have the chance again. ‘And you’re –’ ‘You seem to be done here?’ ‘Almost. You can go on upstairs, I’ll finish – ’ ‘Good night.’ She knew he’d forget that his phone was on the table, she removed her tank top then and went on to put up the glasses. He came in then seeing her beautiful skin exposed to his view. ’I came for my phone.’ he said. She picked it out of her pocket and walked to him. ‘I wanted to get it to you tomorrow.’ The brush of her fingers against his boiled his blood even more. She was shocked to see he still had that look of hunger in his eyes. She turned then. He stopped her with just the touch of his hand to her shoulder. He inhaled her scent as he held her close to him. ‘You’re driving me crazy.’ She turned to look into his eyes then. ‘Then make love to me.’ She said unbuttoning his pyjamas top with shaky hands. She pulled her hands over his body, intrigued. She’d never felt the urge to be this bold with Nathan. She’d always felt the time was never right. And now even as she was closing her eyes trying to memorise his touch and caresses, she knew she could never have given herself to Nathan. ‘Look at me, angel.’ He said. She did and wished she had not. His eyes devoured her. He claimed her mouth as his hands claimed her breasts. He felt the weight of them in his palms. Her nipples hardened against the hardness of his hands.
