“Kiss me, Mr Kennedy.”
He smiles on my lips, before I tilt my head and he devours me, in one of those movie kisses that make you blush to the bone, but make you tremble and yearn and fly.
And I’m doing it.
I’m flying.
And I’m doing it holding his hand.
I CLOSE THE DOOR and turn my back. His heavy breathing in the dark takes the last shred of reason left. Rowan turns and presses his body against mine, causing me to let out a little cry of pure excitement.
“You’re killing me.” His voice scratched from alcohol and laughter, mixed with the night's excitement and his suppressed desire. “You’ve been doing it all night.” His hands on my neck, turning my face towards him as his mouth captures mine in another one of those mind-blowing kisses. His tongue slips in, his fingers gently squeezing, my moan sliding down his throat. “I just wanted to touch you…” I tilt my head to the side, his teeth branding my neck.
“Mr Yang will wake up at any moment,” I warn him, before we are the ones to wake him up and give him a heart attack.
“And I’ve been drinking,” he says, wincing. “We shouldn’t. Not like this.” He lets go of me and takes a step back. “But God, I do want to.”
I bite my lower lip.
“My senses are muffled and clouded. I don’t want to do something wrong.”
“Wrong, how to sleep with your client again?”
He comes closer again, his hands open on my face, my eyes searching his for something that, until yesterday, was not there but now presses and begs to come to light.
“Like doing something that can hurt you.”
“You are such a nice guy."
“Not so much, so please,” He pushes me away playfully. “Get away from me. You are deleterious.”
I laugh.
“I enjoyed this evening.”
I sigh. Me too, and too much.
“I’d better sleep in the armchair tonight.”
“There is no need.”
“I don’t know if I can control myself if you are so close to me.”
“I’ll take my chances, Mr Kennedy.” I try to pull away, but Rowan holds me back for a few moments, fingers reaching for mine, that gentle, familiar caress, the anticipation, the desire to look into each other’s eyes tomorrow morning and find out it really happened.
“Are you sure?”
“I feel like sleeping in your arms.”
I let go of his hand and then watch him walk away into the darkness of the house. His light footsteps on the floor, his scent lingering in the air we have just shared.
“I’ll wait for you in bed.”
“I will be with you in a few minutes.”
* * *
IN BED, I CAN’T stand still, and not because of the excitement I’m left with from his hands and kisses. Something is bothering me and Rowan realises this immediately.
