Naked

12 Unveiled

A/n: Hurray this one a big chapter! I warn you...

Hope you enjoy!!

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My breath caught in my lungs. The otherwise strong muscles were now incompetent of a simple task when masculine scent invaded my nostrils.

My hand was still on the handle, gripping it tightly as it was the only thing that kept me upright.

Unexpected heat flooded my insides and I felt it rise all the way up my cheeks. The hairs at the back of my neck prickled as I was acutely tuned to his sluggish approach and the slow steady thump of his footsteps behind me that was twice as slow as my heartbeat. The deafening silence heralded a clash of titans beyond anything I had ever seen, while my thoughts were running wild.

Do you know what the wrong thing in all of this was? I didn't care. I wasn't afraid. I was excited beyond measure I could nearly see my heart beating in a frenzied rhythm.

Anticipation had seeped to my bones while I shuddered, clenching my thighs discreetly. This is not how it was supposed to go. What the hell was wrong me? One thing was for sure though... He did know I was a woman.

When the moment arrived that I felt his hands snake around my midriff, it was as if I melted in his touch. I felt my back bump in his broad chest, his head nuzzling the side of my neck and his hot breath leaving a trail of fire on my skin. My hand left the handle and ended up fisting his trousers behind me pulling him closer while a breathless whimper escaped my lips.

I closed my eyes when I felt his lips graze my sensitive flesh and then abruptly he stopped, spun me around and pushed me hard against the door.

The frail thing rattled in its hinges from the force. My gaze locked into his finding an untamable hunger in them. Both his irises bore a hunger I never witnessed before. Pride swelled in me knowing that I caused a man like him to lust after me so, that all of that wildness in him was provoked and directed at me.

'This is not what I had in mind...' I heard him murmur.

The lock slipped in place and my lips parted, the blood in my veins broiling. Without thought my hands circled his neck, my fingers entangled in his hair and pulled him downwards.

Our lips crashed fiercely and a moan rose from my lips at the contact but it wasn't enough. An intense craving soared inside me and thirst so wild I feared I couldn't quench with just his lips.

A growl escaped him when he realized I was pushing him towards the desk. His hands made quick work in relieving me of my coat and when it hit the floor, my hands flew to his vest eagerly unbuttoning it.

I pushed it off him, savouring the feeling of his toned flesh as I ran my palms all over the hard ridges of shoulders and chest. The need to feel him growing wild.

He, on the other hand, ripped my vest off and throwing it vehemently down, like ripping the man from the woman. He stopped my onslaught with a hand beneath my chin, his thumb caressing my swollen lips admiring his handiwork.

A hand of his snaked around my waist keeping me close as I pressed my body onto to his, letting him feel all my curves. His sharp intake of breath was all the confirmation I needed. I pushed myself in my tiptoes and this time around he lunged at me hungrily taking my lips.

The heat that emanated from his body was scorching me and no matter how much my hands grasped at his body, it wasn't enough. I pulled his shirt out from his waistband and then off his magnificent body. I felt my mouth going dry at the sight.