More

His hands caress my skin as he deepens the kiss. I pull him closer by tightening my hold on his shirt. I want more. I need more. He then eases back to take off his shirt, seeming to understand my desperation for more. Yet it isn't enough.

I pull back and gaze in his eyes. His lips are swollen and I lick my own plump lips, bruised by his kisses. He grins. I step into my apartment before slamming the door in front of him. He bangs on the door and I know he was most likely thinking I would have invited him in or something. But that isn't going to happen. All I need is his kisses.

He knows that.

I know that.

We both know that.

But he also knows there will soon be a time I will need more. He'll push for more. More I can't manage. Because more means having the feels and I can't have the feels. I sigh after the banging stops. I open back the door to see him walking away, but hearing the door crack open, he turns to look at me.

"Stay with me," I state and surprise flickers across his face. This is a first. I have never asked more than for some kisses and to feel his skin against mine. His aquamarine eyes assess my condition, only in a bra and shorts. I don't even feel to cover myself. He has seen me with less on before, when the need was just that much stronger. "Just for the night," I plead but he stills remain there with my shirt in his hand, watching me. "Please."

He sighs and his features soften as he stride back to my door. I make room for him to pass me and enter the apartment. "I am going to need to take a cold shower first."

I nod. He looks around before I gesture to my room. "I only have one full bath in the en suite of my bedroom."

He nods and puts my shirt on the sofa before striding into my bedroom. He doesn't lock the door and I follow behind, sitting on my bed and watching as he strips himself down to his brief. He takes one glance at me and then heads into the bathroom, not bothering to close the door. That's when I realize. This is a step to more.