stroke my blushing cheek, and my breath catches in my throat.
"Pink really is a good color on you."
Considering I'm wearing a red top and blue jeans, it's obvious he's now referring to my blushing hue.
"Movie," I strain out, my whole body suddenly aching to feel his hands somewhere else.
He smirks lightly, and takes the popcorn from the counter to start heading into the living area.
"I picked a zombie flick. I thought horror would be better than a chick flick, and those two were quite literally your only options."
I laugh a little and then nod. "Sounds good."
He sits down on the large sectional with the remote in his hand, and I sit down a safe distance away from him.
"You won't be able to reach the popcorn from there. I don't bite... unless you want me to," he jokes, his eyes sizzling through me.
I swallow hard and force a smile as I move in closer. Our legs graze each other's and I stiffen up a little. The smallest touch from him seems to be igniting fires all over my body, and unless he plans to extinguish them, I'll burn alive with too much contact.
"You okay?" he asks as the movie starts.
"Yeah," I shakily release while cramming some of the burnt popcorn into my mouth.
Bring on the blood and gore and kill this lust.
The movie is almost over, and despite the blood and guts, I'm starting to burn worse than the popcorn I almost single handedly demolished. My leg has pushed against his more, and he's slouched down with his hand resting on his leg, close to mine.
So close to my change, my hormones really are at an all time uncontrollable level. This was so stupid. I hate to admit this, but I should have listened to my mother.
"I'll be right back," I murmur uncomfortably while standing up.
He pauses the movie before tilting his head.
"Too much?" he asks, motioning toward the horror scene.
Not enough. I need something to completely kill my desire to rip his clothes off right now.
"Um, nah. I just need something to drink. You want something?"
"Do you have any wine or anything?" he asks curiously.
"Yeah. White or red?"
"White, please."
I smile and nod while diving into the kitchen. I grab the carnations that are resting in the window and bite through the petals while digging around the cabinets for my honey. As soon as I find it, I turn it up and let the slow-falling, sticky mess fall into my mouth.
I swallow hard, and then cringe as the two combine. I grab a cup of water to force it all down, and then I take in a deep breath.
Slowly, the intense feelings start to relieve, and I sigh almost happily.
"Need some help?" Kane asks as he walks in, making me squeal a little from the surprise.
"Sorry," he chuckles out. "I suppose I shouldn't subject you to zombies and then sneak up on you."
I laugh uneasily, and then I turn to start pulling down the wine glasses.
"It's fine. I'm always a little jumpy."
I turn back around to see him propped up, looking far too damn good, and all the relief the carnations and honey gave me dissipates. The look he's giving me is just as carnal and raw as the one I'm giving him.
My control doesn't merely waver, it snaps, and I launch myself at him. I grip him behind the neck to pull him down, and his hands curl around my ass to jerk my hips against him.
His perfect, soft lips collide with mine in the most incredible way, and then his tongue slips in with a commanding force, exploring my mouth. Everything south on me heats up, and then he jerks me up and spins me around to put me on the counter.
I moan into his mouth, making him pull me tighter to him as my legs wrap around his waist, locking him to me. His arousal digs into the center of my pants, making me all the hotter as my fingers slide up to tangle in his hair.
Before I know what's going on, his hand slides under my shirt, finding one of my breasts through my bra, making me moan all the harder.
"Damn, you taste good," he murmurs against my lips, and then suddenly my shirt is
"Pink really is a good color on you."
Considering I'm wearing a red top and blue jeans, it's obvious he's now referring to my blushing hue.
"Movie," I strain out, my whole body suddenly aching to feel his hands somewhere else.
He smirks lightly, and takes the popcorn from the counter to start heading into the living area.
"I picked a zombie flick. I thought horror would be better than a chick flick, and those two were quite literally your only options."
I laugh a little and then nod. "Sounds good."
He sits down on the large sectional with the remote in his hand, and I sit down a safe distance away from him.
"You won't be able to reach the popcorn from there. I don't bite... unless you want me to," he jokes, his eyes sizzling through me.
I swallow hard and force a smile as I move in closer. Our legs graze each other's and I stiffen up a little. The smallest touch from him seems to be igniting fires all over my body, and unless he plans to extinguish them, I'll burn alive with too much contact.
"You okay?" he asks as the movie starts.
"Yeah," I shakily release while cramming some of the burnt popcorn into my mouth.
Bring on the blood and gore and kill this lust.
The movie is almost over, and despite the blood and guts, I'm starting to burn worse than the popcorn I almost single handedly demolished. My leg has pushed against his more, and he's slouched down with his hand resting on his leg, close to mine.
So close to my change, my hormones really are at an all time uncontrollable level. This was so stupid. I hate to admit this, but I should have listened to my mother.
"I'll be right back," I murmur uncomfortably while standing up.
He pauses the movie before tilting his head.
"Too much?" he asks, motioning toward the horror scene.
Not enough. I need something to completely kill my desire to rip his clothes off right now.
"Um, nah. I just need something to drink. You want something?"
"Do you have any wine or anything?" he asks curiously.
"Yeah. White or red?"
"White, please."
I smile and nod while diving into the kitchen. I grab the carnations that are resting in the window and bite through the petals while digging around the cabinets for my honey. As soon as I find it, I turn it up and let the slow-falling, sticky mess fall into my mouth.
I swallow hard, and then cringe as the two combine. I grab a cup of water to force it all down, and then I take in a deep breath.
Slowly, the intense feelings start to relieve, and I sigh almost happily.
"Need some help?" Kane asks as he walks in, making me squeal a little from the surprise.
"Sorry," he chuckles out. "I suppose I shouldn't subject you to zombies and then sneak up on you."
I laugh uneasily, and then I turn to start pulling down the wine glasses.
"It's fine. I'm always a little jumpy."
I turn back around to see him propped up, looking far too damn good, and all the relief the carnations and honey gave me dissipates. The look he's giving me is just as carnal and raw as the one I'm giving him.
My control doesn't merely waver, it snaps, and I launch myself at him. I grip him behind the neck to pull him down, and his hands curl around my ass to jerk my hips against him.
His perfect, soft lips collide with mine in the most incredible way, and then his tongue slips in with a commanding force, exploring my mouth. Everything south on me heats up, and then he jerks me up and spins me around to put me on the counter.
I moan into his mouth, making him pull me tighter to him as my legs wrap around his waist, locking him to me. His arousal digs into the center of my pants, making me all the hotter as my fingers slide up to tangle in his hair.
Before I know what's going on, his hand slides under my shirt, finding one of my breasts through my bra, making me moan all the harder.
"Damn, you taste good," he murmurs against my lips, and then suddenly my shirt is
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