Intimacy

"Let's get you back, Cinderella." He created distance between us and I instantly felt cold but when his words registered in my mind, I clutched my stomach and laughed.

"You will be the death of me." I said, after gaining a control of myself.

He stiffened and his whole posture changed instantly. His face clouded and I froze. The blood running through my veins turned to ice. Had I said something to ruin this moment? Had I reminded him of Carly? Shit. I swallowed hard and glanced down. Way to ruin the moment!

"Don't do that." He jerked his head toward the sky and sighed deeply.

"Do what?" I asked, confused.

"You have that look on your face?" He ran a hand through his hair, tilting his head back.

"What look?"

"Like I told you to sleep with me," He stared at me steadily, while one corner of his mouth curled upward.

"Oh come on, I was half asleep that time, I also didn't know what I was doing, that day," I laughed

"Really? You don't say!" He mocked me and I punched him lightly. We walked back to the restaurant and drove back to the hotel. The tension was visible between us, and it made my heart pound and my palms sweat. The anticipation of something unknown was killing me. Are we going to carry on where we left off? Carry on what exactly? Am I doing the right thing? I just knew a little proportion of his life. Am I rushing things between us?

We stopped at the door to my room. We both were silent and just stared at each other for a few seconds or maybe more. We both were drowned in our thoughts. It felt like forever, yet not long enough before I had to break it. He put his fingertips on my cheek, brushing his thumb on my lower lip. I could only focus on my stammering heartbeats that were audible in my ears as I noticed his white gold cufflinks from the corner of my eye. His hands were magical, igniting a fire inside my body. He ran his fingers along my jaw, and then kissed the top of my head and I couldn't help but sigh softly. He lowered his gaze on my lips and frowned slightly as if he wanted to do something but he couldn't bring himself to do it.

"Good night Brielle, I had a great time. Thank you." He kissed my forehead once more and turned around. Soon I was facing his back and watching him walk away.

Wait a second.

That's it?

That's freaking it?

Just a kiss on a forehead?

I heard the soft thud of his door closing and without thinking; I took small steps toward his room. I could feel my head getting ready to explode. I had a strong urge to finally follow my instincts but I was nervous. I took another step toward his room, building up the nerve to just do it. A strange, unfamiliar feeling opened inside of me. I knocked on his door twice and waited. After a while, he opened the door and seemed confused to see me.

"Did you forget something?" Concern etched over his face.

The black shirt was half way open, revealing the skin of his chest. I felt a lovely ache that went right down to my soul, and I forgot everything except that moment.

"Yeah, I did." I swallowed, my voice shaking a little.

I knew that what was about to happen would change everything between us. And for once, I was looking forward to it.

"What?"

"This."

I got on my tiptoes and pressed my lips against his, hushing him and melting our bodies together. My skin was covered in goose bumps as I wound my arms around his neck, sliding my fingers into his hair and clutching him close.

Instinctively, he wrapped his arm around my waist and pulled me in closer until our bodies were plastered together. His touch made me lose any train of logical thoughts that I had left inside my head. All my doubts and concerns went flying out the window. Yet, I was aware of how unresponsive he had become. He stood still, very still. I broke the kiss and repeated something that he had said to me a while ago.

"Uhm, this is where you are supposed to kiss me." I nipped his bottom lip playfully.

Instantly, his lips covered mine. His tongue probed the seams of my lips, and then dove in without a warning. He picked me up and I yelped in surprise. My legs automatically wound around his waist so that I wouldn't fall back. My hand clutched his shoulder, the other in his hair. One of his hands held me from my rear; the other went up my back and into my hair. Then he tugged my hair to tilt my head while his went the other way. The kiss was hot and wild. He started walking and I felt the wall at my back and his heat hit my centre as I moaned into his mouth. His mouth was soft and sweet and his tongue was warm and damp as it tangled with mine. I was starving for him and I wanted more. I wanted everything he could give me.

He pulled his mouth away and set his forehead to mine. He whispered my name; his voice was deep and sexy as I parted my lips, breathing into him. The slow burn deep in my belly was flaming higher. My breaths were becoming erratic from having him this close to me. He connected his lips once more with mine and this time I lost count of the time. God knows, how long we've been kissing. Seconds, minutes or hours. I couldn't remember. He broke the kiss and I leaned my forehead against his, our breathing was out of control and loud.

"If you want me to stop, then I suggest you to tell me right now." He groaned when my hands touched his bare chest. I could feel the muscles tense under my touch and it fascinated me. "Otherwise, I wont be able to stop myself. Fuck, you are driving me crazy." Holding my wrists, he buried his face in my hair and whispered. My knees wobbled when he set me on my feet. He tightened his grip around my waist, pulling me in close.

"I won't." I manage to say between the pants. A moan laced with ecstasy tumbled from my lips when his brushed against my jaw.

"Huh?" Zuriel whispered. I leaned back to meeting his eyes, falling into their stormy depths.

"I wont ask you to stop." He sucked in his breath and let it out slowly before trailing a path of kisses down my jawline, moving to my neck. He stopped and searched my eyes. I nodded, assuring him.

He pulled my bottom lip into his mouth and sucked gently. We kissed again, and he let my wrists go so he could hitch my legs up around his waist again. He pushed me against the wall, bracing my hands above my head. We kissed until we were both drunk with lust.