| “Tangled” by Sep *** Honor and love to Travis. *** Part 4 While his hand, large and warm, moved upward against the curves of her body, his eyes though gentle, held some deeper, primitive emotion. Without a doubt, she knew what he wanted, and she wanted him too, desperately. She had wanted him physically for what seemed so long a time. In the weeks they'd become involved in one another's lives, incredible events had happened and a bond between them, unspoken, had only been cemented by the chemical attraction they shared. Now, in this instant, it was almost like a living, breathing thing, and her heart beat raced against his chest. "John, wait…" She said. When she leaned toward him, she couldn't help but to press against him even harder, and that more than likely sent the wrong signal, for his hand moved back down, and then around to pull her close at the small of her back. His lips were light as the air against her cheek, they moved up toward her ear and with a tip of his head, her hair was brushed back to further let him pass over the sensitive areas beneath. As he held her and moved against her, it was impossible not to feel the hard press of him beneath, and the knowledge that such evidence was separated from her by only the thin material of his pants brought a sudden rush of heat to her face. "You said you did, Jane." He said, and leaned back to smile at her. That alone was devastating enough. "You don't want us like this?" "I … " The hesitation was enough for him to step back. "John, yes, I do. I do want us, like this." She moved just a little past him and then turned to face him. He didn't stay in one place, but instead with a half-amused smile on his face, walked right back up to her and put them again in the position she'd just removed herself from. She would have laughed at his insistence, had she not needed just a bit of room to breath. It seemed to fast. It seemed that kiss had opened something inside of him that had just been waiting to spill free, and as his hand once more moved up and easily started to undo the buttons of her already disarranged blouse, she caught it in her own. "Your skin is soft. I want to touch you." That voice, how it sounded to her ears, at once deep and melodious. "I want to make you feel me." Her knees shook as if she were a high school girl, and her resolve teetered on the edge of breaking. "You can, John. I just think we should wait, or.." Her head spun with all she wanted to say to him, and yet it felt like nothing she could have said would have been justified or even logical. Wait? Yes, they should wait – if they even did anything at all intimately. God, there were so many other things to consider. For all she knew he didn't even know how what it was like to be with someone like that. That thought lingered and must have brought an unusual look to her face because in the next moment, he stepped back once again and sat on the edge of the bed. His posture seemed defeated and she immediately went to reassure him, though it wasn't her intent to make any false promises. She just didn't want him thinking he'd done anything wrong. He didn't know how to act in such situations, and despite all the passion she felt for him, there was also some protective element that tugged deeper than anything physical could ever have reached. "John, listen to me." She said to him. It was her turn to lift his beautiful face in her hands and look into his eyes as she spoke. "I'm not saying to you that I don't want you to touch me." "You said so. Rules." He said in a sullen voice to remind her of her earlier statement to him about keeping his distance. Silently she cursed the tide of emotions he caused inside. "Rules, yes. Well rules can be made for all the wrong reasons John, and you've been breaking them all along anyhow." Her smile reassured him that she wasn't scolding. "I want you, I feel things about you in a way that I've never felt before, with anyone, and that scares me. I just, want to take it, I want to be with you slowly. Do you understand?" He lifted up from the mattress and as he stood, he pulled her close to him with his arms wrapped around her firmly. Now again, those full and warm lips were inches if even that far, from her own. She could smell his body, a scent unrecognized as anything but male. It was unlike any other pleasure to her senses she could have asked for. Well, there were others, yes, but she couldn't let those thoughts progress just now, and after the barest touch of her mouth on his, she was the one to move backward. "I understand, Jane." His words seemed broken, halted, and she didn't know whether it was from a lack of language command, or the evident desire within him. His eyes seemed heavy, almost drugged with need. It was as if they confirmed everything she felt, and said to her that there was no question whether it would be fulfilled, only when. His hand trailed out of hers as she made her way to the bedroom door, and those eyes never once wavered. "Time, John." With a last look at him as he smoothed his hair out of his eyes, she sighed. "Soon." It was all she could offer as she left him that night. |