Between The Lines

Prologue

The bright sun shining through the curtain hit my eyes causing me stir from my slumber. The warmth of the bed pulling me back to sleep, as I cuddle up against my pillow. 

Dreaming of blue eyes and dark hair, I fall back to sleep. 

He is smiling at me from across the coffee shop. 

I cannot look away as he pushes his chair back and stands up. His tight black jeans stretching across his long legs as he walks towards me.

My heart is beating so hard as he pulls the chair in front of my table and he casually sits down. The white shirt under his black jacket moves across his muscles. He sits forward, placing his elbows on the table and setting his chin on his hands. 

I want to say something, anything. But my mouth has become dry. I open my mouth to say hello and nothing comes out. 

He sits back and begins talking, but I can't hear a thing. He keeps moving his mouth, and in the distance I hear him say my name. 

Josephine.

He stops talking and gets up. Mesmerized by the way he runs his hand through his hair, I watch as he walks around the table getting closer to me. He stops behind me. I feel my body leaning against the back of the chair. 

I want to turn and look at him, but I am frozen. My body expecting, wanting to feel his touch. 

Weeks, are the amount of days I've spent fantasizing about those his lips on me. Sitting in the back row of the lecture hall, I was in my own world watching him walk back and forth across the front of the room. Hiding behind my laptop as I tried paying attention to him go on and on about Greek mythology. Zeus and his harem of mortal and immortal lovers. 

Some days I would sit there, imagining him and I laying in bed, naked, laughing and talking about the nuisances of college parking. Other days, I would close my eyes briefly, listening to him talk, as I imagined him saying dirty things to me in his deep British accent.

What are you doing here?

My memories bringing me back to this moment. He was still behind me, but he had moved his face near my neck. I feel his soft breaths against my skin.

I love when you wear your hair like this.

He whispers as he takes my hair from the ponytail I am wearing and pulls back gently causing me to lean closer against him. 

I know you've been watching me. Your eyes may move quickly but I've seen that blush creep up your chest and cheeks when you've been thinking about me fucking you over my desk. Am I right?

A loud moan falls out of my mouth as he crushes his lips against mine, swallowing my noises. 

My body finally reacting, I reach up and pull him closer as my body turns to have better access. 

He lets go of my hair and he turns my chair towards him. 

Standing up, our kiss breaks. 

My breath is coming out in pants and I reach for him, not wanting to lose contact. His blue eyes no where to be found have turned black. The dark pools in his eyes cause my body to shiver.  

Unbuckle my belt, love. 

His voice deep and raspy, give him away. He's equally as turned on as I am. Breaking eye contact I rake my eyes over his body. His body is vibrating. I hear him inhale as I touch his body. I can feel the ridges of his muscles as I move my hand to the buckle of his belt.