The Wedding Issue

Chapter Thirty Seven - Rhythm of Love

'I want to make love to you', he whispered so seductively into my ear.

I felt the hair on the back of my neck stand up at the thought of all the possibilities that would be the result of those seven, magical words. My eyes rolled back as I started drifting to a place where the whole world as I knew it stopped existing. There was nothing but him and I and the feeling of his lips crushing mine with such eagerness and intensity that I almost ran out of breath. Breathing wasn't a vitality for being alive anymore; his lips were. He had me reeling with pleasure and had my mind completely shut down. I couldn't think of anything else anymore – all my worries and fears evaporated. For the first time in my life I felt a fire burning inside of me that made me feel alive. I had two near-death experiences in the last two months and it felt like the universe was rewarding me with this handsome man. Boy, was I grateful!

I wrapped my arms around him tighter, taking in more of that beautiful, intoxicating essence his lips left behind while we kissed. My body responded with an outrageous need to surrender to him all that I am. I wanted to be his, and only his. I wanted him to explore my body. No, I wanted him to invade it; to destroy any trace of anger, betrayal or pain and replace it with nothing but love and desire for him and him alone. I never imagined myself as being bound down to one person alone, but suddenly no one else mattered in the world but him, and I didn't feel like I could need anyone other than him.

Killian. My Killian.

I drowned some more into the blissful feeling of his lips. I could feel the crooked smile he was mustering between our heated kiss; he was enjoying his effect on me. I couldn't really blame him; I was enjoying it myself.

I don't know how long we've been standing there kissing each other before a parent came and asked us to get a room or keep the PDA to a minimum with all the children around us. The girls I've been playing with looked at us with their jaws on the floor and I couldn't resist giggling and feeling incredibly naughty in a non-sexual kind of way.

Killian, with his smoldering gaze and his romantic gestures, so easily brought to life the child in me who I've noticed today didn't get much of a childhood. That feeling of being young at heart was a new experience to me, and it went against everything I've been training myself to do. I had to admit that I didn't expect myself to be handling it the way that I was. It was almost like I missed it, even though I never really had it. Maybe I was too caught up in the rush of emotions I felt today to truly realize the changes that are happening to me, but it felt so damn good not to worry about it for a change.

I looked at Killian deep in the eye. There was that sparkle in his eyes that I knew meant mischief. With all the sexual tension between us, it was miraculous that we've lasted this long without doing the dirty. Apparently his resolve was broken because he couldn't withstand the tension between us any longer, as he so cunningly whispered his intentions in my ear. Whatever resolve I had against putting-out on the first real date disappeared the moment he said those words. When they were followed by that monumental kiss he just planted on me, he wasn't exactly giving me much wiggle room to show any resistance.

'I think we better leave before they ban us from coming here again', I managed to whisper between the mesmerized state that I was in.

What I really wanted to say was. "Come on, what are you waiting for? Take me home and make love to me already." I didn't want to sound too desperate.

He replied by taking my hand and leading the way out of the zoo. We were practically skidding – not able to contain our excitement and our anticipation. A short while later we found ourselves in the car, sitting side to side, staring eagerly into each other's eyes, and trying ever so badly not to rip each other's clothes. At least I was trying to. Killian, on the other hand, had no problems with pulling me closer to him and caressing my body with his fine, gentle touch. I had to be very careful not to sit on his lap. I couldn't control how fast it would escalate if I got any closer. I was still very aware that we had company; Benji. God must know just how uncomfortable that must've been for him.