A Heart's Disguise

Chapter 7

Their kisses slowed, but the intensity between them never waned. As John B pulled away slightly, his forehead resting against hers, both of them breathless, his eyes searched hers. The passion between them had ignited something deeper—something neither of them could ignore any longer.

"Olivia," he whispered, his voice thick with emotion. His hand gently cupped her face, his thumb brushing over her cheek. "I don't know how this happened, but...I can't stop thinking about you. Ever since that night—everything feels different."

Olivia's breath caught in her throat at his confession, her heart pounding in her chest. She could see it in his eyes—everything she was feeling, he was too. She bit her lip, her fingers resting on his chest as she tried to steady herself, her thoughts racing. Could this be real? Could he feel the same way she did?

"I've felt it too," she admitted softly, her voice barely above a whisper. "I tried to avoid you. I thought...if I stayed away, maybe it would go away. But it hasn't." Her fingers traced the line of his jaw, and she could feel the tension in his body, the way he held himself like he was barely keeping it together. "Every time I see you, I just..."

John B's hand slid to the back of her neck, pulling her into another kiss before she could finish. This kiss was slower and more deliberate, but the intensity was undeniable. His lips pressed against hers like he was trying to pour all his feelings into that one moment. As they kissed, she could feel the longing in him, the way his body moved closer to hers, the way his hands tightened around her as if he couldn't bear to let her go.

"Every time I kiss you..." he murmured against her lips, his breath warm against her skin, "It just makes me want you more. I don't know how to stop." His voice was raw with honesty, with the vulnerability of someone who had been holding something back for too long. "I've never felt this way before, not like this."

Olivia's heart swelled at his words, her emotions swirling in a way that left her feeling weightless. She had spent so long convincing herself that whatever was between them couldn't be real, that it was just a fleeting thing. But now, hearing him say it—hearing him admit that he felt the same pull she did—it made everything crystal clear.

"I don't want you to stop," she whispered, her lips brushing against his as she spoke. "I don't want to stop, either." Her hands slid up his arms, gripping his shoulders as she leaned into him, her lips finding him again.

The kiss deepened, and she could feel his desire growing with each passing moment. His hands roamed her body with more certainty now, pulling her closer, as though the space between them was unbearable. Every time their lips met, the connection between them intensified, and it felt like they were sinking deeper into something neither of them could control.

John B's hands found their way to her waist, gripping her firmly as he kissed her harder, his breath ragged as if he couldn't get enough of her. "I can't...," he began, his voice husky as he kissed her neck, "I can't stop wanting you, Olivia." His words sent a shiver down her spine, and she could feel the heat between them rising with every touch, every kiss.

She pulled him even closer, her fingers tangling in his hair as she kissed him back with the same urgency. Their bodies pressed together, and Olivia could feel the depth of his desire, the way his hands explored her, the way his kisses became more passionate with each passing second. It was like every kiss only fueled the fire inside him, and she could feel that same fire burning inside her.

"I want you, too," she confessed, her voice breathless as she pulled back just enough to meet his gaze. Her heart raced, her skin flushed with the intensity of their connection. "I don't care if it's wrong, I just...I need you, John B."

His eyes darkened with emotion as her words sank in, and before she could say anything else, he captured her lips again in a kiss that was more intense than any before. It was a kiss filled with all the desire, the longing, and the unspoken words between them. His grip on her tightened, his body pressing against hers with a need that mirrored her own.

And as they kissed, as their hearts bared their truths to one another, John B's desire for her only grew stronger, more undeniable with every passing moment. He kissed her like he couldn't get enough like he needed her in a way that went beyond just desire—it was deeper, more consuming than either of them had anticipated.

At that moment, wrapped in each other's arms, they both knew that whatever they were feeling was no longer something they could deny.