His hands slid down my arms, his fingers barely brushing me as traced patterns on the bare skin. I felt the heat coming off him, our bodies separated only by his thin nightclothes and my barely there nightgown. The few inches of space between us felt like nothing, nothing at all, and I could hear his breath, shaky as he exhaled.
He locked eyes with me, making me weak with anticipation, shivers running up and down my spine. His eyes were beautiful, silver as moonlight and as piercing as sun. I was utterly transfixed by him, his glorious want showing through .his eyes, his expression, the way his body was curved to mine His mouth was open slightly, as if he couldn't quite believe what he was doing, as if he were afraid this was a dream.
Slowly his delicate violinists hands took off my gloves, kissing each finger as he went. I could barely control my heart beat, and we were pressed so close to each other that if not for the sound of his own erratic pulse, I would have been self conscious. But not now. I couldn't even remember what I had been going to do when he found me, only that my clock was on the floor, along with my now discarded gloves.
My eyes were still caught in his when his hands reached my hair, his fingers tangling in it as he pulled me closer still to him, the heat from his body warming me through. Seconds before his lips touched mine, I realised what he was doing. My neck arched in response, my lips closing the distance between us as I lost myself in him. His hands were all over me, trailing fire wherever they touched and my hands were unbuttoning his shirt.
I couldn't think, all I could do was feel. Feel Jem, lovingly caressing me as his hands roamed my body, pushing the hem of my dress up to my thighs before lowering me onto the bed. I was so surprised, not at his forwardness, which matched my own intense desire, but that I was feeling such attraction to Jem. But it was undeniable that I was, and it was with a dreamlike haze that I watched my hands move over his chest, tracing lines on the toned flesh that was exposed. His marks were beautiful, like the paintings of angels, and I kissed them all, making him moan with pleasure as I did so.
Suddenly his back arched, and his grip on me grew tighter. I leaned into him, and he responded by lowering himself so he was merely inches away from my face. His mouth dipping down, kissing the hollow at the base of my neck and I became breathless. His intense kisses continued until once again his mouth found my lips.