To Love & To Hold

X: (Position)

               I like this position better

Rachel's POV

His eyebrow raised in inquiry at my action, his lips curling in an enigmatic smile, lids hooded as he munched on the last slice of pizza. In an attempt to to take his attention off me I asked, "how do you act so good? I mean this is my favorite movie of yours yet."

"I don't know," he shrugged nonchalantly, confidence oozing from his features as he continued. "I guess I was born with the talent."

"You don't have to be so cocky about it," I scoffed, not able to control an eyeroll. That same stare he was sending me returned for the thousandth time. It was starting to make me uncomfortable but in a good way.

Before I could say something about it, he beat me to it. "Come sit," he tapped on the space beside him on the couch as he picked up his laptop from the table which I sighted earlier.

"Why?" I implored my eyes narrowing at his position.

"Don't give me that look," he snorted and placed the MacBook on his lap, his irises trained on the device. "I'm waiting."

Not wanting to drag it out any longer, I gulped and stood from my spot, crossed his face and settled on the other end of the couch, putting as much distance as I could between us hence I couldn't trust my body in his presence.

"You won't see anything from there," he smirked, shoulders relaxed on the seat.

"What do you want to show me?" I asked in a frown as I pinched my nose.

"You wouldn't know if you don't lessen the space." His right palm moved, indicating the inches between us.

I spread my hands on my laps as I noticed they had gotten clammy. Making a sound in the back of my throat, I lifted my butt and fixed it closer to his form. I avoided eye contact with the sexy man on my left and strived to make an image of what was displayed on the screen.

"Is that the best you can do?" His deep voice inquired sending vibrations down my spine. I didn't need to peer at him to know he had an eyebrow raised questioningly in my path.

"I'm here now so show me what you wanted," I stated and ignored his question. It took almost a minute for me to realize I had messed up, which was too late, because the next thing I knew was a muscular arm circling around my waist, the hair on his skin tickling the smooth one of my waistline.

My eyes widened at the contact and I let out a choked gasp as I was lifted from the couch and planted on his firm thighs. My whole body went rigid as I felt everything hard about him meshing with my butt cheeks, hips and back.

I couldn't breathe as every nerve in my body was taking time to react to the new found closeness. As if that was not enough to send me into cardiac arrest, he placed his face between my right shoulder and neck, inciting the slight stubble to graze my skin and send an uncontrollable shiver through my bones.

"Isn't this position better?" He implored, hot air fanning my neck and lips brushing my collarbone. My only response was to gulp and he chuckled, retrieving the MacBook from where he had dropped it to rest on my laps.

I shuffled a bit to make the device balanced but inhaled sharply when I sensed a hot hardness stir beneath me.

"Let me," he spoke, voice slightly strained as he stretched out his hands to adjust the appliance. At that moment, I was seconds away from hyperventilating as every bone in my body was pressed to his.

The instant he was happy with the position, he tapped some keys and clicked on a tab which revealed pictures of houses. I wasn't giving a chance to ask as he answered. "We need a house of our own when we get back to New York."