Desire

I looked into his eyes, not sure what his response would be. "I kissed you back." He had liked it as well.
"Now what?" I was unsure in this field, he had to lead me, and he knew it. "How about we try it again? And maybe better this time." I stood up and walked over to him, not too fast, not too slow. I reached up and kissed him, slowly, wondering how he would respond.
He put his hand behind my head, but it didn't stay there for long, it quickly slid down my back. I raised my arms up just enough to slide them onto his back, under his shirt. He kissed me again, his hands now on the small of my back, pulling me closer to him.
I felt his warm skin under my fingertips, and relaxed into his chest. Another long kiss and we separated just enough to get his shirt off. When I had first seen his toned, unclothed chest, I couldn't keep my eyes off of it, now I ran my hands over the muscle ridges, familiarizing myself with them in a way I had always desired.
Another kiss, this one short, followed by a long one, I didn't want to separate this time, but we did. I ripped off my shirt, keeping my eyes locked with his, I was falling into those deep brown eyes and I didn't want to stop.
Again we connected, this time we kicked off our shoes, not bothering to focus on anything else but what was between us, nothing. There was so much in this room, almost too much, but desperation, pain, revenge, lust and desire added to it.