His mouth hovered over the smoothness of her skin. He felt her fingers clutch his hair as her back arched off the mattress. He smiled a little before his mouth went back to placing warm, wet kisses along the length of her throat.
She was a drug that he couldn't stay away from. Like he injects her into his system and lets her take over his senses, and all logical thought bursts into a million fragments. He couldn't get enough of the feel of her soft, silky skin as he kissed his way up and down her body. The way she shivers when he touches her all over. She was like a drug to him, and he showed no signs of stopping his addiction.
She gasped his name out loud when he sucked on first one breast, then the other. Her back arched off the mattress again, and his hands instinctively went to her back for support. When his mouth left her breasts and back to her mouth, he gave her a kiss that made her toes curl. She was sitting astride him now, her fingers still threaded within his tousled hair. His hands wandered up and down her back before finally settling on her hips, grinding her to his arousal and making her moan.
"You're so fucking beautiful and you don't even know it. You're like my kind of poison, you know. I'm so addicted to you it's not even funny."
He heard her chuckle at his admission, and he grinned as he nipped her collarbone. He heard her sigh as she gave him easier access to everything that was her.
She teased him a little with her hips, making him dig his fingers into her flesh a little harder. "Good. Because I thought I was the only one who needed to go to rehab."