Anatomy of You

"You've never done this have you?" he smirked, gripping her waist tightly, with one swift motion, she was tight against his chest.
Her soulful eyes looked up at his devilish face: the sexiest face she has ever encountered.
"I have, many times actually," she retorted, placing her tiny hands against his solid chest in hopes of finding strength to push him away. Instead, her fingers lingered on his skin, incapable of pulling away. He was a magnet, drawing her, no, forcing her closer and closer. If she went any closer, her face would be on chest.
"Show me how to do it then Miss Expert," he teased, softly running his fingers over the smooth skin on her back. The hairs at the back of her neck erected. This was trouble. He was trouble. She had to get out of this claustrophobic place before the oxytocin in her bloodstream compelled her to do something out of character.
"N-No, let me go," she demanded, only it sounded more like a submission. She didn't want him to let her go. She wanted him.
"One taste," he whispered. Suddenly, his lips came crashing down to hers, catching her soft gasp in his mouth. Oh I have waited a life time for this, she sighed to herself, wrapping her arms around his neck to remove all distance between them. She tasted like sweet cinnamon. He tasted like hell. Hell, she couldn't escape from. Hell, she wanted to be locked up in forever.