Sleep State

Chapter 11

- Ana -

Two sets of lips. Two pairs of greedy hands. And two people who were completely baffled by their situation had succumbed to the radiating lust that blossomed whenever each other were around.

So she was a distraction, but in Christian's book she was the best damn distraction there was, and it made her smile.

Tiny dancers swayed, pirouetted, and leaped inside her as his hungry lips devoured her with great need and desire. Her hands connected with his biceps that felt the definition that had been masked beneath his shirt. Straight from a the cover of a steamy romance novel, he was built to perfection and layered with conflicting emotion that was buried deep down in his dark soul. Ana smirked at the thought as their mouths opened and closed breathlessly. Had she really just compared him to a fictional character? Yes! Even if the comparison made her chuckle, the irony was evident. Christian was very much the good looking mystery that so many girls wanted to solve. She was no exception. And yet, a mystery that she had not chosen to come by.

A brisk breeze chilled her bones as the water lapped against the pier. She shivered only for an instance before she was immediately engulfed in warmth from the heat of their passion again. The way her body surrendered to him upon contact was somewhat alarming and yet somewhat exciting. How was it possible to be so attracted to one human being? A human being that she barely knew and had connected with in more ways than one within the matter of a few days.

Disregarding her lack thereof memory and conscious, Ana embraced being with him. It was the most exhilarating thing she had ever felt. It was the only thing she wanted to feel and she wanted to wrap herself in a blanket that was crafted of all things Christian. He was the epitome of hot and cold, and right now he was red hot.

"Let's move this somewhere more intimate." He mumbled his request upon her mouth.

More intimate? Where did he have in mind? The pier had endless possibilities when it came to dark corners and secret coves. Ana blushed at the thought. Was she honestly this type of girl? The one that surrendered herself to any attractive man, or just him?

The questions that fogged her head somehow always managed to slowly come back. Every inch of this place, her, and him held answers that only sprouted with more questions. Now, however, was not the time to dissect the psychology and mystery of it all. What she wanted was to dissect that situation in front of her in a very hands-on kind of way. Her lower lip retreated into her mouth as the daydream of scattered clothes, sweaty bodies, and cries of pleasure echoed in her head. Yes, this is the sort of thing she needed to fill her mind with, even if they were erotic and sinful.

"Here," Christian uttered.

Their legs moved in sync as they darted through the glass doors and were masked in the moonlight that spread across the shiny floor below them. Christian halted as he rocked his weight back and forth on his legs to find the ideal spot to continue their charade. Left, right, left, right. This was taking longer than she wanted it to, but before she could protest to his desired destination and confess that she would be perfectly fine with losing themselves in each on the very floor below their feet, she was being whisked away again.

Straight ahead was a small stage. A place for entertainment, where people performed and let the spotlight shine down on them rightfully so. But there was no one to entertain them. In fact, they were about to become the entertainment. A very erotic and amplifying performance. The warmth flushed her cheeks once more. As risque as it was, there was no one to witness their sinful act. Not a soul. Not a pair of eyes or ears in the vicinity. The spine-tingling chill from before returned.

In front of the stage, Christian stopped and spun around to face her. His hands combed through her hair and his lips connected with her sweet mouth. This man was mad for her, and her for him. The mutual infatuation ignited upon contact and she felt herself tremble as his hand traveled down her back and beneath the hem of her shirt.