Downhill From Here (#1)

22. What the hell did he just say?

Bowie's POV

Feeling the warmth of his mouth on mine, I relaxed closing my eyes slowly.

Oh my gosh.

His hands moved quickly, one going around my waist and the other holding the side of my cheek. I leaned into him, closing the space between us.

What was happening?

He pressed his lips with more pressure against mine and I reacted, reaching for the back of his neck. We fit perfectly, slowly starting to move our mouths with languid kisses.

He pressed me firmly against his front and I could feel myself tremble slightly. His head ducked down a bit, to get a better vantage and I felt dizzy from the proximity.

We were both breathless, beginning to move more quickly and with greater hunger. I gripped the back of his hair roughly and he grunted against my mouth, making me come alive.

We broke apart for a split second, catching our breaths before kissing again with more energy. His head moved to the side, giving me better access. Then his finger traced my jaw and I shook in his arms.

Goosebumps spread beneath my dress and I felt like I was having an out-of-body experience. He was a really good kisser.

We slowly started to move towards the other side of the closet. I nearly stumbled on the mop, but he quickly held me tight and moved us so that we were leaning against the sink.

My back was against the edge and his hands were on my hips, pressing me into him. It was too much all at once.

His thumb tapped my chin softly and he parted my lips, slipping his tongue inside. Hot electricity zipped through me and my heart whooshed in my ears.

Jesus.

We open-mouth kissed, moving our heads back and forth. Our tongues collided almost fighting for dominance, moving back and forth.

I could feel his hand on my waist tremble and I felt dizzy. The fire between us was burning and all-consuming.

His hands lowered beneath my butt and I yelped as he lifted me onto the edge of the sink. He opened his eyes briefly, heaviness hidden in them. They seemed darker at the moment.

He crashed his lips on mine and now that we were at the same height so it was much easier.

I didn't know what the hell had come over him, but I didn't want it to stop.

I moaned into his mouth as his tongue slipped back in. My arms were around his shoulders now and he stood between my knees, running his hands up and down my back. His hands were large enough that they felt like they were everywhere. I felt like I was on fire.

He kissed like....holy shit...it was good.

My hand snaked into the front of his jacket and beneath his open buttons. I touched his skin, feeling the light hairs beneath my fingers. His muscles tightened around me at the contact.

We slowly stopped kissing, resting our heads on each other. Catching our breaths, we stared at each other, saying nothing.

I was slowly coming back down to earth, the realization of the last two minutes hitting me. Shit.

We just kissed.

There was a knock on the door that had me jumping and our eyes widening.

"Hector, the door's locked again," someone groaned on the other side of the door. "I think I have the spare key in my office." The footsteps retreated.