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6/12/15
CALE'S LIPS MEET mine in a mess of toxic need.
We both know we shouldn't be doing this, but nothing can stop us at this point. A meteor could come crashing into my room and I still don't think I could force myself away from Cale. This man in every way is the most delicious poison I've ever had. I know drinking from him will end me, but my god is he tasty though.
His hands bring me in closer and I'm sure at this point that I'm a complete goner. I'm up steam without a paddle, I'm losing myself and fading completely into the man before me, and I don't care. I care about nothing but how I can have more of him, and more of him only.
Before the thought of more was enough to stop me from making this mistake even bigger. But now, now more taunts me. Teases me until all I can think is more, more, more. I need more. I crave more. I will die without more. How can I get more? How deep can I crawl under Cale's skin until I forget where I begin and he ends because all I can think of is more?
More of this perfect man who's imperfectly fit for me.
I lose all concept of where I am or what time it is or even who I am, because all I can focus on is Cale.
Before I know it my body is being pushed towards my desk, and suddenly lifted to sit atop of it. Cale's lips are rough against mine in a way that only he knows I like. I like a little touch of darkness with my kissing, and he knows it. No, he thrives on it. The taste of beer on him makes my head spin in a way I'm afraid I may pass out. He's taking my breath away, literally.
His hands are under my shirt teasing at the soft skin of my waist making me shiver. His fingers pulling at the hem of my tank until it's not enough. He needs more. His strong hands yank it over my head as if he's dying to get one look at what's underneath that flimsy fabric.
Cale's lips land on the skin of where my shoulder meets my neck, and I can't help but sigh. The slight scruff of his unshaven face grazes my skin driving me so crazy that my legs wrap around his body pulling him in closer. I need him closer. I need more. I need everything. I need him.
His teeth graze my skin until he bites down just hard enough to elicit a loud moan from my parted lips. My hands run through his hair and pull at that sensation. I've never been so turned on in my entire life, and if I don't get him right now I may die from the need.
The wet pad of his tongue traces up my neck until my hands land on his face and pull him up to meet my lips once more. But before he kisses me senseless again I trace my thumb over his lips as my eyes hold his. I watch as his eyes flicker down to my lips, and as he gently nips at my thumb causing me to bite my own lip in the process. His eyes are on mine and all over my face at the same time. His hazel eyes are everything as they go as dark as the sky is tonight. I knew something was different about tonight, and I was right. Though I never would've guessed this.
