Hidden Desires

Part III: Rising Action

Grace lay on the disheveled bed, her luscious hair splayed out around her like a halo, while her sparkling eyes stared unabashedly into Levi's. A satisfied smile danced upon her lips, and she raised a finger to trace it gently.

"Your turn now," she murmured provocatively, making her intention clear. A tantalizing eagerness shone in those captivating eyes of hers as she shifted to kneel at the edge of the bed, her hands resting on Levi's solid chest.

Her gaze never left his as she slowly pushed him back against the pillows, her touch leaving a trail of fire in its wake.

Levi's heart pounded in his chest, his breath coming in short, sharp gasps. He was putty in her hands, ready to be molded into whatever shape she desired. Grace smiled, clearly enjoying the power she held over him, and began to unbutton his shirt, one agonizingly slow button at a time.

Each button revealed more of his tanned, muscular chest, and Grace couldn't help but lean in to press a soft kiss to the exposed skin.

Levi's breath hitched, and he watched her intently, his eyes darkening with desire. She could feel the heat radiating from his body, and it fueled her own burning need.

Finally, the last button was undone, and Grace pushed the shirt off his shoulders, letting it fall to the floor. She took a moment to appreciate the sight before her - Levi's broad chest, the defined abs, and the smattering of dark hair that trailed down to his waistband. Her fingers itched to explore every inch of him, and she couldn't wait any longer.

She started at his collarbone, tracing the line with her tongue. He shivered beneath her touch, his breath growing ragged. She could feel his heart pounding against her chest as she continued her descent, her lips brushing against his skin like a whisper.

She paused at his nipple, flicking it with her tongue before sucking it into her mouth. His hips bucked off the bed, a low groan escaping his lips. Encouraged, she moved to the other side, giving it the same attention. His hands found their way into her hair, holding her close as if afraid she might stop.

But Grace had no intention of stopping. She wanted to explore every inch of him, to learn his body as well as he knew hers.

She continued her descent, her fingers tracing the lines of his abs, feeling them contract under her touch. She could see the evidence of his arousal straining against his jeans, and she smiled to herself, knowing she was the cause of it.

"Grace," he groaned, his voice thick with desire. "You're killing me here."

She looked up at him, her eyes sparkling with mischief.

"And what if I want to take my time?" she asked, her voice a sultry purr.

Levi groaned, his hips lifting slightly off the bed. "You're playing with fire, Grace," he warned, his voice husky with desire.

She simply smiled, her fingers deftly unbuckling his belt. "I like playing with fire," she replied, her eyes never leaving his.

His breath hitched as she slowly unzipped his jeans, her knuckles brushing against his length.

He could feel the heat of her breath through the fabric, and it took every ounce of self-control not to push her down and take her right then and there.

But he wanted to let her explore, to let her take the lead. He wanted to see just how far she would go.

She pushed his jeans down his legs, her fingers trailing along his skin, making him shiver. He lifted his hips to help her, and soon he was lying before her in nothing but his boxers.

Her eyes roamed over his body, taking in every inch of him.

She bit her lip, a mischievous glint in her eye as she hooked her fingers into the waistband of his boxers. She paused, looking up at him, waiting for his permission.