She lifted her face and pulled away from him, her fury
finally finding voice. "But we're not best friends anymore.
Don't you see?"" She bit her lip. "You ruined it, Esteban,
when you asked me out. We can never be friends again."
"If not friends, Natalia, then there's this," he
growled, encircling her neck with his arm and drawing her
into his embrace. "There's this ... and more. So much
more."
He
lowered his head and captured her lips, possessing her with
a ferocity that left her breathless.
His mouth was hard and soft at the same time,
demanding and giving with equal measure. She fought the
pleasure, struggled against the passion building inside of
her. But it was no use.
Kissing him was like drowning; like trying to
struggle against the current of a mountain torrent but being
pulled under by forces beyond her strength. Her blood surged
through her veins, throbbing in her ears. Pressed against
him, she felt the pounding of his heart, and her own heart
galloped in response.
His arm dropped to her waist and rested there. No
longer encircled by his strong arm, she was free. Free to
pull away, but she didn't want her freedom. Her tongue found
his, meeting his thrusts with her own exploration. The
intimate, heated touch of his flesh
against hers was almost shocking. She was suddenly dizzy,
outside of herself,
as if her mind had shut down, leaving only the desperate
cravings of her body.
Shuddering, her insides melted, going molten. And that most
female part of her
throbbed too, slicking with desire.
She'd dreamed of this. In her most secret of
hearts, she'd wanted this. His hands on her body, touching
her. His tongue in her mouth, tempting her.
Moving closer, she buried her fingers in the
crisp waves of his hair and molded herself against his body.
She could feel his sex against her abdomen, hard and needy
... wanting her.
Wanting her ... needing her. The chant circled in
her head. She wanted too, needed too.
But not like this, a part of her mind fought the
dizzying desire, the pent-up passion. She refused to be
another of his conquests. She must listen to her head, not
her glands.
She pushed against his chest and forced herself
to tear her mouth from his, gasping, "Don't! I don't want
this. It's not right, Esteban."
He released her and backed up a step, raising
both hands in mock surrender. He pinned her with his
mahogany colored eyes and said, "It is right, Natalia, and
you know it. You want it as much as I do."
She couldn't answer, knowing what he said was
the truth. She wanted him, a feeling both strange and
frightening.
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