Elizabeth's mind whirled in a mixture of sensations. Her lips eagerly responded to the light pressure of Mark's mouth. What was wrong with her? She had never responded to any man like this before. It was as if her body had betrayed her before she had even realized Mark was kissing her.
Mark tangled his hand in her silky hair and deepened the kiss. He increased the pressure and crushed Elizabeth's soft, full, eager lips beneath his own. His tongue pushed at her lips and demanded entry to her sweet mouth.
Elizabeth willingly parted her swollen lips and allowed Mark to slide his warm, hungry tongue into her avid waiting mouth. Their tongues entwined and danced in the dark hallway as time seemed to stand still for the present moment. Elizabeth ran her hand up the length of Mark's hard chest and let a soft moan escape from the pleasure of the kiss.
The soft moan had broken the silence and brought Mark back to the present. What the hell was he doing? He knew this was wrong and that he should not have let it happen. In the next instant he quickly broke the kiss and shoved Elizabeth from him. In his haste and desire Mark shoved Elizabeth a little more roughly than what he had intended to, so the force of the shove sent her back into the hall wall.
Elizabeth kept her back against the wall where she had landed and stared at Mark with passion filled confused eyes. What was wrong? One minute he wanted to kiss her senseless and the next minute he didn't want her near him?
She locked gazes with Mark and could see the arousal in his eyes. He seemed to have enjoyed the kiss also, so what was the problem? Elizabeth parted her lips and through her erratic and uneven breathing managed to whisper, "What's wrong?"
Mark stared into her beautiful light brown eyes and tried to find an answer. He sighed with frustration while running a hand through his short red hair and said, "We have to stop now or I might not be able to later." With that Mark turned and began to walk back down the dark hallway to the kitchen. When he got to the kitchen doorway he turned and added, "You should probably get some sleep Ms. Andrews."
Elizabeth watched as he disappeared into the kitchen. She had no idea what was going on, but she tried to figure it out in her head as she slowly made her way toward the stairs. Once upstairs and safely inside her own room, Elizabeth stripped her clothes off and headed toward the bathroom. Maybe a nice hot shower would help her clear her head and figure this whole confusing situation out.
Once inside the shower, she let the hot needles of water pound down on her back and head. The sting from the hotness of the water felt good against her skin. Elizabeth closed her eyes and leaned her head back in an effort to think. Why had Mark kissed her? What had he meant when he said that he might not be able to stop later?
After about twenty minutes of pondering the situation and not being able to come to a conclusion, Elizabeth gave up and turned the water off. She quickly got ready for bed in the next few minutes and turned off the light before snuggling under the warm blankets of her soft, inviting bed.
It was only Thursday night, so she had until Monday morning with Mark. Maybe the weekend would bring her some answers. Answers about Mark, answers about herself, answers about her unborn baby, and answers about the whole overall situation.