She meets that kiss, fire flaring in her skin every place he's touching her, a hungry little whimper in the back of her throat. (He's always known how to drive her crazy, how to get her out of her own head.) Her hands press flat against his chest, her nails biting into his skin, keeping him at bay, barely. But she can't hold back with him kissing her like this, and she rises on her toes, drinking from his mouth like he's the last thing she'll ever taste. Like she has one and only one chance to make him believe, if only for a moment.
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Date: 2010-02-20 10:55 pm (UTC)