Break the Man

Chapter 6 (part two)

Curt POV

After a good two hours of just talking and sitting on the line of the shore together, we watched the sun set down on another day. We sat in comfortable silence together, watching the tides roll up to our feet and then back out to the ocean. Roland and I kept our gazes on the sky, but I took the occasional glance back to look at him, and the way the orange sun was hitting his face and making it glow. It took everything in me to not steal a kiss right then and there, but I knew I couldn't. Doing anything that could get us caught in any way wasn't in the cards for us. Roland eventually broke the silence we were in, as the sun was nearing the end of its reign on today and the darkness of the night was about to break.

"So um, what did you wanna do tonight when we get back up to the house? More talking maybe?" He suggested to me. Ha, cute.

"Um, no. I was actually thinking um, less talking." I said. From this, it didn't take long to get that fire in his eyes, the one I've dreamed about for so long but never got the opportunity to see yet.

"Ohhh, I think I know what you mean." He teased, in a sarcastically obvious voice.

"Yeah, I told you I wanted to continue where we left off from earlier." I stated. We were at the point where our faces were just centimeters away, and I could see in his eyes that he wanted so badly to kiss me. And I know he could see it in mine too. We were feeding off each other. He leaned in, but I reluctantly stopped him.

"Babe, we can't do this here. It's too risky." I whispered to him. He slowly opened his eyes and looked into me, deeply.

"Then we'll go somewhere we can." He muttered, his voice the deepest I've ever heard it. I sprung off of the ledge we were sitting on and followed him up the beach. We were fighting the urge to hold hands on the way up to the house, so instead our fingers subtly played together, quietly flirting with each other. The walk up to the house was silent, but my head was spinning and my heart was pounding out of my chest. We knew that even the slightest noise from each other would give away our little secret. The tension was heavy and I needed Roland so badly. We got to the door of the cottage, Roland standing back as I pulled the keys out of my pocket, opening the door. I walked in first, gently putting the keys on the counter of the kitchen. I didn't even have time to think before I felt Roland grab my wrist and turn me around to look at him. His eyes were dark and full of passion as I looked at him with light eyes, anticipating what he was going to do to me.

"Ro-" I whispered, being cut off as he slammed his lips onto mine. With one hand on my waist, and the other grabbing the back of my head he began to slowly back me up into the bedroom. He never stopped kissing me the whole way to the room, we would eventually separate with a loud sound coming from our lips as we gasped for air. Our foreheads still connected, I was looking deep into him, my hands wrapped up in his hair. I waited for him to open his eyes to look at me, and when he did I just melted. If I wasn't in love with him before, I was now. He started to kiss my neck as he undid my braids. Every time he released one he would look up from my neck, run his finger through it to get the braid undone, then go back to kissing me and move on to the next one. I started to run my hand up under his shirt, all the way up to his chest, feeling his subtle abs and then eventually his nipples. I heard his breath hitch as I did that, getting a small moan to come out of him. When he was finally done getting my hair out, he gave me a quick gentle kiss and then looked at me, smiling.

"Did you bring a hair tie with you?" He asked, curiously.

"Why?" I raised an eyebrow at him. He leaned in closer to me, his hips meeting with mine as we connected foreheads again.

"Because I love the way your hair looks when it's pulled back like that." He whispered, so close to me that our lips touched.

"Yeah, I have one." I murmured back. "It's in the top drawer." He moved away from me for a moment, I felt chilled as his body warmth moved off of me for the first time. I sneakily came up behind him and began pulling his shirt off as he got what he was looking for out of the dresser. I tossed his shirt to the side as he turned around to look at me, smirking as he ran his fingers up my stomach, then finally pulling my shirt off. Our chests and lips connected with passion as I took a deep breath in through my nose, his hands straddling my lower back as I rested my arms on his shoulders. He pulled apart from me and smirked, his eyes droopy.