This month’s First Time is all about the First Kiss. I love writing kissing scenes. The intimacy. The need. The trust. *sighs happily* Oh…got carried away a bit. Anyway, this is the end of one chapter and the beginning of the next in DRAWN THAT WAY.
She raised her eyes to his, and all he saw in their depths was need. A raw, aching need he suspected was an exact mirror of his own. His hands slid up her neck to cup her face, and he knew, just as surely as he knew there was no way to stop it, he was about to ignore one of the only limits he’d ever had.
Tris couldn’t tear gaze away from Rory if she wanted to. It wasn’t the way he held her face still in his big hands, his thumbs tenderly brushing across her cheekbones. It wasn’t the way that his eyes constantly dropped to her lips. It wasn’t even that it was painfully obvious that he wanted to kiss her. It was the battle to decide whether or not he was going to do it that played out so clearly on his face.
For the briefest of seconds, she considered closing the distance between them and taking the decision out of his hands, but she quashed that thought. This was his limit. If he was going to disregard it, it needed to be his choice, not hers. The waiting was driving her batty. But it was his desperately whispered “fuck me” as he lowered his head to hers that just about killed her.
His hands still on her face, he pulled her to him, claiming her mouth in an almost brutal kiss. There was nothing tentative about it—just a sense of overwhelming need and desperation. Crushing his lips to hers, he swept his tongue inside, stroking her, tasting her while he splayed his fingers through her hair as he angled her head to kiss her deeper.
Twining her arms around his neck, she pressed her body to his, trapping his hot, hard length between them. There was no way she wasn’t kissing him back. She’d wanted this since he’d said it was off the list. But it was more than wanting something she wasn’t allowed to have. She wanted this connection with him. This intimacy. And she was terrified it would vanish just as quickly and unpredictably as it had arrived.
Her fear worried her. She was becoming far too attached to him. Too attached to someone who’d made it clear he wasn’t interested in anything beyond the physical. She wasn’t going to do something stupid like fall in love with him, but she might very well be developing an unhealthy need.
Before she could think any more about it, he slid one of his hands down her back, pinning her to him and taking her down to the mat. He settled between her legs as he continued to devour her mouth, kissing her with a hunger that shattered her. If he wasn’t holding her so tightly, she was sure all the broken pieces of her body and soul would have flown away already.
She lifted her hips, urging him to fill her. She wanted him inside her while he was kissing her. Preferably before he remembered his limits, came to his senses and stopped. She thought of his one rule. Was she a horrible person for not reminding him of it? Should she? Even as she questioned herself, she rocked against him, again.
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