Torn

Chapter 8

In flats that's pretty much as tall as I am next to him; barely chin high. His cologne was intoxicating in the best sense, seeping through my pores and into my blood. Even wanting to protest I couldn't find the strength to do so.

I've been wondering what it would be like to be here in his arms and it doesn't hold a candle to what I imagined. He wrapped his arm around my waist, pulling me up - hell, he wrangled me in - and lowered his head, hovering over my lips. I could feel myself shaking in his arms and I could hear my heart beating erratically. The suspense was weakening and for a second I just wanted to feel his lips on mine, exactly what he wanted, I'm sure.

Before I could pull away or pretend to protest he lowered his head that the last centimeter to press his lips against mine and it was unlike anything I've ever felt before. Slowly, steadily and sensually he moved his lips against mine until I went pliant in his arms. It was a sultry and decadent kiss that left me weak at the knees and craving more.

I don't know at what moment I wrapped my arms around his neck but there they were and fisted in his shirt. Hobbs, he took his sweet time pulling away, teasing me with softer pecks, and when he did pull away I felt sort of hollow. Like I missed his warmth or something, it was a very odd sensation.

"Penelope." he said softly.

"Hmm." I mumbled, not really able to form a coherent sentence.

"That's not the look or sound of a woman who isn't interested." he said in that same soft tone, brushing his thumb over my lip.

"I . . ."

"I'm interested in you Penelope and I know it's not one-sided, give me the opportunity to show you how it can be."

"I can't breathe, can't think when you're this close to me." I told him, putting my hands on his chest to move away.

"Then we should definitely stay like this." he said with a smile, tightening his arm around my waist.

"No we shouldn't, I have to think about it more first."

"I can and will wait for as long as you want but you will be mine at some point. I'm sure of this."

This time he just swooped in and devoured me. When I felt his teeth nip my bottom lip I gasped into the kiss giving him exactly what he wanted once again. I pushed away from him and this time he let me, putting his hands in his pockets and taking a step back.

"I'm not gonna apologize for what I did because I would be lying if I said that I regretted it. I've also been wanting to do that for some time now." he said.

"I wouldn't have accepted your apology either when I enjoyed it as well. It just makes this decision that much harder."

"That's not the only thing." He muttered.

"I'm gonna pretend I didn't just hear that and I'm going home."

"Hey Penelope!" he shouted after I walked away.

"What?"

"Nice ass!"

"I know, bye Hobbs."

Alone and in my car I can admit that those were the two best lip locks I've ever participated in - in my life. I hate to admit it but I felt an insanely strong pull to this man the moment I met him and I don't understand why, it's part of why I fight it so much. It was too weird, too strong, too fast and I don't like it.

Still don't, if I'm being honest but I guess now I'm open to the thought of a possibility of a chance of something. I'm still not entirely sure though, this can be a really bad mistake waiting to happen or it can be the best thing ever. It all depends on me actually having the balls to do something about it.