RC.

Ch8 .............. N

I don't know if it's the danger of this evening, his recklessness or his last words, but my whole being is beginning to vibrate for him again.

I only want one thing right now: to be in his arms.

T:"Ryan, kiss me."

His gaze plunges into mine. It's so intense that I'm almost intimidated. It's as if he were reading everything that was going through my head at this very instant.

Desire, fear, excitement, longing ...

R:"Are you sure that's what you want...?"

T:"I know it's you I want."

(It scares me too.)

T:"I am as terrified as you by the force of the feeling that are taking over me ..."

T:"But I can't fight them off, I'm obsessed with you..."

He brushes a hand on my cheek and looks at me tenderly.

He lays a tender kiss on the corner of my mouth. My body shudders, my pluse accelerates.

We stay like this for a few seconds, watching each other. Are we both ready to try again?

My reason is screaming for me to let it go. To choose a simpler man, a paved road to a normal life.

But my heart longs for more. When you've tasted exception, you don't easily go back to banality.

I wrap my little hands around the nape of his neck and press my forehead against his.

I close my eyes an instant, enjoying this timeless moment. I'm afraid that as I leave this car, everything stops.

Tonight I thought I'd lose him forever and I realised how much I cared about him.

(I Kiss him.)

Like two magnets, hopelessly attracted to each other, my mouth approaches his.

I slowly reach for his lips as if I were discovering them for the first time.

His smell, his touch, his arms ... There isn't a thing about him that doesn't make my whole being vibrate.

He grabs my waist with his two huge hands that seem to have been moulded to fit my curves.

He slips a hand under my thigh sliding me skilfully onto his knees. My body instinctively follows his invitation.

He wraps his other hand around the nape of my neck. In a flash, his lips belong to mine. His tongue has melted around my own.

I put my arms around his neck. His taste, his smell, his strength, everything is rightfully mine again. I finally have back what I've missed so much.

His body is hot, firm. I feel his muscles tighten under his suit. Goosebumps are all over my skin but no longer because of fear.

T:"Ryan... I've missed your kisses so much..." I whisper.

I know we're in a Limousine, driving through the streets of New York, that Jack is in the driver's seat ... but it doesn't matter, nothing else matters anymore.

So what if somebody catches a glimpse of our sensual games.

Just him and me, sharing this moment of exquisite pleasure and fierce desire.

The intensity of his kiss is becoming more and more powerful, my whole body electrifies under his passionate embrace.

His hand lingers over my naked thighs, gently caressing every inch of my burning skin.

I let out a moan.

My fingers creep into his hair, while my lips taste his. I don't want to lose a minute's pleasure, I want to enjoy everything.

I feel his lips stretch into a smile. He knows he's driving me crazy. And knowing that he knows it, only excites me more.

I'm almost panting as he interrupts our kissing.

The city lights shine through the window making the inside of the car look magical.

As magical as this moment.

R:"Never doubt again. You're the only one that makes me vibrate, Tayla."

My God were I not seated. I swear I'd collapse to the ground!

(I want this man more than anything.)

(I'm in love with him.)

My feelings are clear to me now. I'm in love with this man. He takes me higher. When I'm with him, I sense the quiver that makes me feel alive.

I take his mouth as if I were doing it for the last time as if the moment was unreal and everything was going to stop soon.

A wave of raw desire runs through my body. I won't stop until he has satisfied the burning sensation that is spreading in between my legs.

This time, his kiss is more brutal, more possessive.

His hands creep under my skirt and the fabric lifts up over my waist. He slides his fingers under the thin piece of lace and with the flat  of his hand feels my hips.

R:"Tayla ... I want to possess you right here, right now."

I don't say anything, I just smile at him. Feeling that I drive him crazy too only makes the flames of my own desire burn stronger.

I straddle over him putting my thighs on either side of his waist pressing myself harder against him, increasing the pressure of our kiss.

I arch my back as his hands slide over my bare skin. I shudder under the caress of his fingertips over my shoulder blades.

Despite the intensity of our desire, he kisses me languorously, diabolically slowly.

The least I can say is that he knows how to kiss ...

I feel my fingers itching and twitching as I venture over his belt and undo the buckle.

My eyes lose themselves for a moment in the depths of his.

He wraps his hands around my hips holding me firmly and as he finally penetrates me, I drop my head back and let myself go to his rhythm...