PRELUDE
BROWNING
It was like his eyes could peer into my soul. And every gentle kiss and caress of his touch singed thousands of tiny pulses down my spine. Our mouths were so close... I felt the electricity vibrate from his lips to my own. I was trapped. Lost in nothing but my emotions. I never thought I'd find myself standing before this unkind creature and aching for his touch to take over me.
He was so arrogant. So proud. I hated him. I hated everything he was. I hated everything he stood for. But in this very moment I couldn't want him any more that I have ever wanted anything in my whole life. His tight, perfectly chiseled body pressed against mine, his arms utilized as support against the painted brick. His eyes caught mine. So still and a haunting shade of blue.
Before I could realize what I was getting myself into, my lips pressed against his. My trembling arms wrapped around his neck, and pulled his body into my own, it was like he melted into me. This was supposed to be just for kicks. I had been winning this game of Cat and Mouse. And I know found myself losing to the very person I swore I would never be with.
Damn you Ryan McCarthy. Damn you...
My legs wrapped around his waist as he hoisted my hips up in the air and my back planted flat against the brick. His lips parted and my mouth welcomed his eager tongue. Ryan's sweaty, shirtless torso was quite a sight to behold. Especially on a day like today, the Floridian air hot and humid, the sky was clear and sunny. I had a fight to get ready for. So did he. Yet I couldn't stop myself from wanting to do insanely dirty things with this guy. I was losing all focus, but reality began to reel me back in, so I pushed away, dropping my feet on the ground.
"I can't." I managed to speak as I forced his body away from me (and my unspeakable thoughts from my mind). He shot me a hostile look as I tried to scoot away from him. I bent down to pick up my gym bag, and walked away, then through his emptied house. He followed me. I was praying he wouldn't.
"Stop fighting me, Drea." He spat, grabbing my arm with a little more force than I cared for at this moment. I dropped my bag, and swung my forearm out toward his face. Ryan remained unmoved as if foretold he caught my arm with his other hand. My mouth was now flustered with a bit of that former emotion. I didn't want to want Ryan McCarthy. But it was as if fate was stepping in. I struggled a little against his grip, only to find myself back in his arms in the middle of his family room. My legs locked tight around his waist, and arms up around his neck as he lead me back into his parent's bedroom.
This was so not supposed to be happening right now....