Fire
She sways her hips in time to a seductive, hypnotic beat, her hair thrown up in a messy bun leaving the line of her neck bare, a fine sheen of sweat clinging to her skin. She's been doing that all night nearly driving me to distraction.
Watching her from the corner of my eye, I mark her progress through the diner, tracing a fiery path along that long, elegant neck, thinking of how much I want to brush my lips along the nape. Slide my lips over the arch to the pulse fluttering just under the surface, swirl my tongue over the frantic beating, taste the sweet, saltiness of her skin.
Smirking, I give a low chuckle as she scratches at the back of her neck in agitation, as if she can hear my thoughts and languidly make my way over with stealthy, deliberate steps to stand behind her quietly.
Flicking my gaze over her, I breathe in her intoxicating blend of strawberries, vanilla and something uniquely her as I lean over her, close enough to feel the heat radiating from her body, my arms caging her in. Fine espresso strands dance as my breath fans over her neck, her damp skin pebbling as I brush my lips against her ear, "Need any help?"
Startled, she jumps and pivots to face me, our lips hovering inches apart, breaths mingling, hands flying back onto the table to steady herself. Hot toffee eyes flaring, she stares at my mouth through her lashes.
"H-help?" she stuttered, small puffs of air escaping her parted lips as the tip of her tongue flits out moisten them.
"Yeah, Parker, help," I whispered, crowding her back into the table behind us, brushing our bodies together as her eyes fluttered shut and bit back a moan. "Do you need any?"
"N-no, I'm just about done," she gulped breathlessly, knuckles whitening with strain as she clutched the table, her body swaying against mine.
"Are you?" I rasped as I gathered her up and slammed her on the table, nudging her legs apart with my knee and slid between them. "And here I thought we were just getting started."
"Oh, God," she whispered gripping my shoulders and shuddering as I lightly cup the back of her neck, brushing my thumb over her rapidly beating pulse, her eyes filling with smoky brown fire.
Dipping my head, I brush my lips over hers lightly, barely touching, just a sweet whisper of movement and mingling of damp breath that sends bolts of electricity running through my body. God, she's intoxicating.
"M-Michael, anyone could see," she protested weakly against my lips, yet squirming to notch herself against me, fingers tangling in my hair as she wrapped her legs around my hips.
"Let them," I growled softly, gripping her hips and pressed her deeper to me, grinding against her as I continued the assault on her lips. "Besides, you know what that hip thing does to me and you've been taunting me all night. Time to pay up, Parker. You know better than to play with fire."