Unkissed. (Rated R)

40.👑

He is pinned against me, and my back is against the wall, with nowhere to turn to. I'm engulfed by his masculine scent, my conscious slips to improper fantasies and I ball up my hands. With his sculpted chest pressed against me I feel the power and strength underneath the clothes, a body carved by the heavens, all muscle. And all man.

The ramming of my chest impacts my breathing, the room is cold, but he warms me.

I want him closer; I want more. He shifts than to move and I quickly speak before I could think, those sharp marbles for eyes look down at me and I wanted to melt. My insides are mush, and I am ready to puddle to the floor like butter. But now that I had his attention, I saw it more clearly. The flickering light in the corner of his eyes, a candlelight fighting to stay alive, a story of a little boy that was never loved properly.

But is that why he has become a bodyguard, perhaps?

Who was I to judge? my life was no picnic.

But he listened to me intently regardless, listened on as I rambled more of the past, never turning away from me, rather showing interest. The same way he did, my best friend from a long time ago. It never mattered what I said, he always wanted to listen, and remembered everything, perhaps I should give up on finding him, and pursue new memories. I wouldn't even know what he looked like anyways, as long as he lives.

The silence in between us settles but I ruined it by overstepping, digging into his past as If I was some psychic, his eyes hardened, and I gulped. Attentive to anger him, his fingers twiddle above my head, but I couldn't help but share. Share the story in my heart and hoped that it could open a bond for us.

Instead, I overstep boundaries and struck a nerve. His chest rose and fell, but when he lifted his hand, I did not flinch.

I was ready to speak again, and apologize for exceeding my limit, when his finger touched my lips. And in that careful moment, I could not breathe, the remaining words dissolve on my tongue, any and every thought that spiraled in my head diminished. By one simple touch. The breath in my lungs evaporated completely. He is touching me; heat detonates throughout my body, and I could not stand.

He gazes down at me, and I gaze up at him, my eyes haze, but why? seconds of silence settles than, even on the outside of the door. Everything behind him darkens, and all I saw clearly was him.

A sudden temptation courses through me, I'm conflicting with myself whether I should engage in such action with a man who is deemed lower in status. But I could not deny this sudden attraction towards him, I could not help just how much many emotions spiraled within me in just a short span of time. A craving unlike anything I have ever had before and certainly not with my husband.

The touch of his skin on my lips fabricates un-lady like ideas to circulate in the back of my mind, my impatient tongue was ready to break from my lips and graze it against his finger for a mere taste when he removed his finger from my lips, all while our eye contact is unbreakable. Our breaths mingle in the middle, the distance between us closing in. And when his eyes flicker down to my lips, I inconspicuously sucked in the bottom gently with my teeth.

The heat is scorching, I can feel sweat glands building on my temple, my breathing choppy, until he angles his head. Anticipation ticking in my body, ready to detonate for what is to come, and for the moment it felt like it was the same for him. He gets halfway when he paused to look in my eyes, searching for hesitation, and saw nothing but eagerness. He continues. Nearly halfway down to each other's lips and I close my eyes, tilting my chin upwards.

Lost in the sudden desire, our breaths heave loudly, we were disrupted by a banging sound against the door. I jolt in fright, but he was not startled, whipping his head to the door, and like a lighting flash shields me with his back with a gun in his hand.