Desire

Two.

Ryan's kiss sat my body on fire. Every part of my skin where his hands trailed were ignited. I had never experienced anything quite like this.

His tongue perfectly glided it's way into my mouth, mimicking the same motions as I had. His lips plump against mine were so mesmerizing that it taken my sole focus.

It took me a few moments for my head to stop swarming with thoughts of what had just happened when Ryan slowly pulled away from me, his forehead resting against mine, one hand resting on the door behind my head.

His deep blue eyes stared deep into mine, almost revealing what his mouth didn't say. He was a hard person to read but it felt like he had let a guard down around me.

"That umm. That was very forward of me. Forgive my aggression." Ryan spoke.

"No, no. It's okay." I said smiling at him.

It was more than okay.

"I don't normally do that." he said his breath still had yet to return to normal.

Okay?

"I find my desire for you exceeded far more than my self control, Emery Taylor. " he said as his hand slowly found its way to my cheeks carelessly stroking it, "I've never saw someone quite like you. You're an exquisite piece of art and trust me when I say I know a good piece when I see it." He smirked.

I smiled slightly, letting his words sink in. It had been almost year since I was in the company of a man, and never in my life is company of such a glorious man such as himself.

"You seem so sure of yourself, but I can't help but feel drawn to protect you in some sort. Why is that Emery?" He said our lips so close I could feel his breath fanning on my face.

The next time that Ryan O'Connor put his lips to mine, it was laced further with everything that he had poured into the first kiss, tenfold.

It rendered me breathless and the siren part of me took over.

Before I had time to think, before I had time to convince myself of anything further than my want, no my own desire for this man, I kissed him just as fiercely as he had kissed me. His hands roamed my body with want, mine back in return.

I felt his fingertips lace down to the hem of my dress, slowly rising up my thigh. And it felt so good.

I slowly pressed myself into his body, the heat radiating off him was scorching as I felt his hand lift one of my legs around his waist.

His hands laced inside my hair, his lips finding there way to my neck, trailing a string of kisses and licks across my collar bone.

I don't quite remember the descent down the hall to my bed room. I recollect his strong arms wrapped around me as he slammed my back into the door, and continued his quest of passionate kisses to every exposed surface of my body.

I slowly fumbled with the door knob, the door barely swinging open before we stepped inside.

Moments later I was sat on my bed like I was light as a feather and Ryan was crawling his way to my lips, once more.

His hands roamed my body, but I needed more. I angled my hips closer to him, I could feel that he was very much enjoying our intimate moment. He rubbed against my clothed core and I swear a moan fell from my lips.

I tossed all caution to the wind and my hands felt the button of his jeans. He smiled against my lips but he never stopped me. I undone the zip of his fly and proceeded to run my hands beneath his white cotton shirt to his shoulders.