The Engagement | COMPLETED

SIXTEEN.

Warning: Maybe read this in a corner of a room? That's all I'm saying.

ALEX.

In one swift motion, my back was pinned against the wall and his body was leaning on mine. He blocked my exit by placing one hand on the wall while the other slithered behind my waist.

"Nathan, we're in the elevator." My breathing hastens, my heartbeat spiraling into an irregular rhythm. I'm trying to hold it in, be indifferent. Or at the least wait till we were in our room.

His forehead rested against mine, the skin cold from the rain.

"I have no idea what wrong with me. Just you being this close drives me insane." His voice was low and smoky. Want and need were evident in it. My hands were against his chest, feeling it rise and fall.

"You have no idea how much I want you.  All those nights you were sleeping in the other room, I was thinking about you. When we first kissed, it's like my sanity was sucked away."

My ability to speak was lost. The air was dense and it was getting difficult to breathe. It was getting hot despite us being soaked and cold. His fingers were moving up my back, fingernails digging into the drenched shirt that's plastered onto my skin.

I could feel myself giving in to temptation, caving into his touch.

"Alex." The way he called my name sent shivers down my spine. He lifted his head, giving me a clear view of those hazel brown eyes. I was held captive by them, mesmerized even.

His gaze held something it in that one could not explain with words. It was a feeling. A feeling that one could not ignore and the flames burned with great intensity.

This time round, there was no one to stop us. So where does this go?

I'd say, fuck it. Why wait?

NATHAN.

I was pulled down by the collar, our lips slammed together. Electricity was running through my veins the moment our lips touched, making feel more alive than I ever did.

He licked the seam of my lips and in an instant, his tongue had slipped in, exploring. I pushed harder into the wall of the elevator as my hands cupped his face. A bite on his lips set free an addicting moan.

The elevator door alerted us that we have reached our floor and I pulled him out of the metal box, brushing past a very confused lady along the way.

We made it to our room at top speed, hastily opening and shutting the door. Alex took the chance to wrap his arms around my waist as my back nestled into him, leaving kisses on my neck. His hands traveled to the front and pulled my shirt up.

Turning around, I grabbed his shoulders and pushed him to the wall. I found my way to the crook of his neck and bit him down, making him cry out in pleasure. "Oh god, more," he begged.

His shirt was off and thrown onto the floor in seconds and mine soon followed. Our lips found each other, continuing a kiss that radiated desire and possessiveness. My hands were tangled in his hair and Alex was clawing my back.

Our tongues danced, fighting for dominance. His arms wrapped over my shoulders as he pushed his hips forward, starting to grind against my hard and throbbing erection. God, he was turning me on so bad.

"Up," I commanded. His legs hooked my waist in an instant, my hands grabbing him from behind. Five steps was all it took and I laid him down onto to the bed, making him giggle.

"Patient," I warned. "Or you may not walk tomorrow."

"Who says I'm the one that will not walk tomorrow?" He hooked his legs behind my back and pulled me down. So he's into switching? Fuck, he's driving me insane.