Unlucky

Desires

[Elliot POV]

Perhaps it wasn't the brightest idea that I've had before with, ya know, kissing Mr Dominic Reid like I was a drowning woman and he was the breath of oxygen that I so desperately needed but on the flip side, I've also had worse ideas before.

Like the time I decided at fifteen years old, and in college, mind you, that it was a great idea to sneak out of my house and out partying with guys well into their twenties who could have easily taken advantage of a young girl like me, as my father, ever the most caring man in my life, liked to point out at that point in my lifetime.

The night had started out great but by the time I got home, I was drunker then a sailor and George was all too eager to get up in my shit, yelling at me for being irresponsible, for the first and last time in my life, and he had been so loud that he didn't just wake up Allison, he also woke up the neighbors and their stubborn dumbass for a six year old German Shepherd that was all too happy to bark its ass off as my father verbally laid into me.

But man, it had been worth it.

Because for the first time, I could actually be a normal teenager who got into trouble occasionally, I could just be Elliot.

Not be Elliot Blakely, the daughter of a former scientific genius whose mother died from cancer.

Pulling back from the kiss I had first initiated with Dominic, I was also pulling back from the onslaught of memories from my teenage years.

But the mess of those years felt like nothing more then the blink of an eye when compared to the inner war I was in against my raging hormones.

It was strange, speaking about the emotions I was currently fighting, not the kiss that was better then anything I've ever had before.

It was almost like I had a demon and an angel, both sitting parallel on my shoulders; The demon had a pitchfork tail and a silver tipped tongue that was commanding me to give into my inner desires to jump Dominic's bones like a feral cat on the loose and the angel had a golden halo and was whispering to me that holding off on premarital sex with a man who may or may not be the closest thing to the most dangerous person on the planet was probably the best idea I've had in a really long time.

Though instead of listening to either one like someone with a clear head could have done, I decided to throw caution to the wind and abandon both the demon and the angel sides as I reconnected our lips once more and this time, I could sense Dominic give into the passion of the moment since his hands, that had been lying motionless wrapped around my hips, slipped up my back and tangled into the locks of soft brown hair around my shoulders.

His lips moved against mine, his tongue poking out to caress the seam of my mouth, as if he was asking permission to part my snapped shut mouth.

Mhhm...Yes...

A pleasurable moan burned from the bottommost depths of my throat as his tongue parted my lips and darted in to tangle with my own tongue in a fight for dominance, our chests heaving as we both fought to catch our breath during this battle for superiority.

For the other person to back down in this war.

But neither of us would be giving in anytime soon, not until we got enough of each other and the desire for more began to dim and fade away.

Dominic groaned throatily with passion before his hands left my hair only to end up grasping the back of my thighs as he just about lifted me straight up into the air as if I weighed nothing more then a damned sack of potatoes and I instinctively wrapped my legs around his waist, my arms going around the back of his neck as Dominic grunted lowly.