Engineering Moon and the Crazy Doctor [Completed]

28. Paler against sun-kissed skin

Warning: Not for innocent mind.

A/N: I hope I give justice to this...

(Forth)

"Can I just kiss you?"

Those are the words that slipped out of my mouth to tease him, to get smart at him since he has always been a smartass himself...However, the moment my eyes fell upon his handsome-adorably beautiful face, I instantly know I was just lying.

It was a lie when I said I just meant to tease him, to get smartass at him, because all these times, it has always been my utmost desire.

He quietly stares at me. Eyes scrutinizing the heft of my words.

I stare back, to let him know all the feelings that are smoldering inside. Those feelings that I keep on having under control every time I am with him, because I don't want to rush things out since he's new to this situation and still in the process of figuring everything.

But at this very moment, after he had kissed me at the parking lot when he obviously got jealous over those freshmen (though he wouldn't admit it) and had helped our faculty, the control I have that has been desperately hanging by the thread is little by little snapping off me. I have this strong urge to take that smartass mouth into mine. To reward him for what he did for our faculty. But, who am I kidding? Whatever he does, I will always use it as an excuse to get closer, literally and figuratively, to him.

I hold my breath as his coffee-colored eyes turn darker, mirroring the apparent shade of my eyes.

Is he allowing me?

I lean in, enough to let our breaths mingle. I wait for any objection or violent reaction, but nothing comes. Instead, he crosses the little space between us to claim my eager lips.

I sigh over him. His kiss is a slightly parting of his lips, letting me explore the sweetness of his intoxicating mouth, and making me feel every exchange of our shallow breaths. His lips are warmer, and softer, and sweeter than I could have ever imagined. I can't help but moving even closer, pressing his back against the bed. The sensation of the touches of our tongues sends a strong feeling of warmth spiraling through my whole system, giving a delightful tremors in my nerves, and igniting all the splintering desire in my body...

I pull back before I could totally lose my control which is starting to get evident beneath my pants, and taking him on.

His eyes open and catch mine, searching for the reason why I stop.

"I want you... But I will never do anything you don't want." I explain, my voice is thick with the desire I find hard to hide.

"You think, I don't want this?"

No. Everything about him is the exact reflection of my feelings and yearnings. I could feel the little restraint I am achingly holding, slipping out of my hand.

"You know what will happen if we wouldn't stop," I say.

His chest rises and falls. "I know."

"It will not be the same as your past lovers." Why do I feel a slight prick in the chest with the memory of it?

A hint of irritation passes through his face. "They are not my loversss. Why do you have to bring it out of the blue? And I know perfectly that it will not be the same because... You're different from them... You are Forth...and..." He suddenly averts my gaze to probably hide the flushing of his cheeks. "...you hold a special space in my heart," he mutters.

........

Did I hear him right? My heart is drumming wildly and loudly inside my chest that I might have heard him wrong.