He stood there for a heartbeat, his chest rising and falling in a ragged rhythm, his eyes scanning mine with a look I couldn't quite name. It wasn't just lust anymore; it was a dark, shimmering intensity that made me feel like the only person left in the world.
He stripped off his blazer and undid his the buttons of his shirt, opening it up before tossing it away. He made sure his eyes stayed on mine as he pulled his trousers down, leaving him standing in nothing but his boxers.
I shifted to accommodate him as he made his way onto his bed, positioning himself on top of me while his elbow held his weight beside my waist. His lips found mine again, the emotion and affection behind it, mixed with the desperation and the want scrambles every thought in my brain.
