Chapter Four
His hands crept slowly across her bare skin, tracing the line of her waistband, leading slowly to the hollow of her back. Fingers moved tentatively, easing under her belt, pushing deeper between soft skin and smooth fabric, as he closed in on her waiting for any sign of rejection. None came and he stepped forward. Pinning her, between his warm hard muscled body and the cold bare metal of the bench behind her. He stopped himself from diving in, from taking over, he wanted this to last, wanting her to have everything she dreamed of. Wanting it to be all, which she ever dreamed.
Calleigh collapsed into his arms as his breath tickled her neck, his hair brushing gently against the side of her face as he bent his head to her neck. Lips trailed gently, across her throat lay bare, before him. Her nerves prickling, as the lightest of kisses pecked her skin and every electron in her body fired simultaneously. He felt the shudder that passed through her and used it. Gentle kisses meandered, slowly from her ear down to her collarbone and back up, every touch of lips against skin and she melded her body closer to his. Her arms encased between two layers of silk as she slowly drew her hands up his back, pulling him tight against her, for fear of waking up and it all being a dream. It wasn't a dream and as his lips moved to hers, she couldn't help the low moan of sheer unadulterated pleasure that slid unbidden against his lips, as he brought them down softly against hers. Small kisses his lips still moving in that painfully slow rhythm that had her leaning into him. The tiniest of touches fluttered and withdrew from her lips never quite breaking contact, just the lightest of caresses. Teasing her, seducing her. Fingers gliding slowly up her back reaching smoothly under her hair to caress the back of her neck. Desperately wanting more, she leaned into his kiss and he removed his lips, instead running them down her cheek over her jaw line back to a spot on her neck where she trembled when he touched it. His breath warm and sweet mingled with the moisture from his lips and made the hairs on her neck stand up. He was driving her crazy already and he had no plan on stopping, any time soon.
His fingers at the nape of her neck, slowly moving into her hair, gliding through blonde silk as his lips and tongue moved stealthily, down the side of her neck. As his other hand slid, its way up the back of her shirt and was firmly planted between her shoulder blades, long fingers spread wide, slowly moving against her skin, holding her close. Every so often, breath cooled, hit fragile damp, sensitised skin and Calleigh trembled, her nails seeking flesh through his shirt, as she held on for dear life. Clinging to him, her breath coming in gasps as the relentless nerve tingling kisses poured over her heat flushed, skin. She surrendered to his touch as he moved his mouth, slowly deliberately, back to her lips. The teasing was torture, her mind reeling, she couldn't think straight, had no urge to even attempt to. As at last, she felt his lips on hers, different now, wanting as well as giving. His tongue flicked to her lips tasting, seeking as she moaned softly, tipping her head parting her lips allowing him past the point of no return. Fingers grabbed for anything they could hold onto, as she span out of control, swept away on a flood tide of emotions. Silk, bunched up in her hands, imploring him not to stop, as she pulled him closer. His fingers, spidered through her hair, grasping it gently, as the air between them became none existent. Slowly, she was being moved backwards, the bench unyielding behind her, his body relentlessly pressing into her, until she could barely breathe, till she could barely stand. She could feel ever inch of him, muscle hard and taunt, against her as she moulded herself to his form. Seeking to blend her body with his, allowing flames of passion to engulf her as she unravelled her legs, wrapping them around him and pulled him closer still. Trying to encourage him to dive deeper to plunge over the edge and not look back.
As much as he wanted to carry on, to allow himself to be swept away, he couldn't. He knew he had to get both of them out of the lab, before stopping was not, going to be an option left open to him. It was fast getting to that point. Just the sheer fact, he was holding her against him, kissing her, drowning in her. Feeling her breathing against his cheek, her heart pounding in her chest. Was more than enough, pulling back, breaking the kiss that he would happily have died in. He took in every delicate curve of her face, her eyelashes sweeping gently against her cheeks as he watched her. The slight pink flush, that lingered across her cheekbones. Her blonde hair flowing like liquid around her shoulders. Lips swollen from his kiss, he fought back overwhelming desire and gently he held her back at arm's length. Desperately trying to control his breathing, leaning forward he whispered in her ear. Accepting his utterance, she backed up slowly, unwinding her legs, not truly wanting to remove her body from its resting-place, against his. Slowly, reluctantly they drew apart, hands still tentatively keeping the slightest of contact. Fingers, barely touching, he lead her out of the lab and towards the elevator, he had to get her home, into his bed.
His hands crept slowly across her bare skin, tracing the line of her waistband, leading slowly to the hollow of her back. Fingers moved tentatively, easing under her belt, pushing deeper between soft skin and smooth fabric, as he closed in on her waiting for any sign of rejection. None came and he stepped forward. Pinning her, between his warm hard muscled body and the cold bare metal of the bench behind her. He stopped himself from diving in, from taking over, he wanted this to last, wanting her to have everything she dreamed of. Wanting it to be all, which she ever dreamed.
Calleigh collapsed into his arms as his breath tickled her neck, his hair brushing gently against the side of her face as he bent his head to her neck. Lips trailed gently, across her throat lay bare, before him. Her nerves prickling, as the lightest of kisses pecked her skin and every electron in her body fired simultaneously. He felt the shudder that passed through her and used it. Gentle kisses meandered, slowly from her ear down to her collarbone and back up, every touch of lips against skin and she melded her body closer to his. Her arms encased between two layers of silk as she slowly drew her hands up his back, pulling him tight against her, for fear of waking up and it all being a dream. It wasn't a dream and as his lips moved to hers, she couldn't help the low moan of sheer unadulterated pleasure that slid unbidden against his lips, as he brought them down softly against hers. Small kisses his lips still moving in that painfully slow rhythm that had her leaning into him. The tiniest of touches fluttered and withdrew from her lips never quite breaking contact, just the lightest of caresses. Teasing her, seducing her. Fingers gliding slowly up her back reaching smoothly under her hair to caress the back of her neck. Desperately wanting more, she leaned into his kiss and he removed his lips, instead running them down her cheek over her jaw line back to a spot on her neck where she trembled when he touched it. His breath warm and sweet mingled with the moisture from his lips and made the hairs on her neck stand up. He was driving her crazy already and he had no plan on stopping, any time soon.
His fingers at the nape of her neck, slowly moving into her hair, gliding through blonde silk as his lips and tongue moved stealthily, down the side of her neck. As his other hand slid, its way up the back of her shirt and was firmly planted between her shoulder blades, long fingers spread wide, slowly moving against her skin, holding her close. Every so often, breath cooled, hit fragile damp, sensitised skin and Calleigh trembled, her nails seeking flesh through his shirt, as she held on for dear life. Clinging to him, her breath coming in gasps as the relentless nerve tingling kisses poured over her heat flushed, skin. She surrendered to his touch as he moved his mouth, slowly deliberately, back to her lips. The teasing was torture, her mind reeling, she couldn't think straight, had no urge to even attempt to. As at last, she felt his lips on hers, different now, wanting as well as giving. His tongue flicked to her lips tasting, seeking as she moaned softly, tipping her head parting her lips allowing him past the point of no return. Fingers grabbed for anything they could hold onto, as she span out of control, swept away on a flood tide of emotions. Silk, bunched up in her hands, imploring him not to stop, as she pulled him closer. His fingers, spidered through her hair, grasping it gently, as the air between them became none existent. Slowly, she was being moved backwards, the bench unyielding behind her, his body relentlessly pressing into her, until she could barely breathe, till she could barely stand. She could feel ever inch of him, muscle hard and taunt, against her as she moulded herself to his form. Seeking to blend her body with his, allowing flames of passion to engulf her as she unravelled her legs, wrapping them around him and pulled him closer still. Trying to encourage him to dive deeper to plunge over the edge and not look back.
As much as he wanted to carry on, to allow himself to be swept away, he couldn't. He knew he had to get both of them out of the lab, before stopping was not, going to be an option left open to him. It was fast getting to that point. Just the sheer fact, he was holding her against him, kissing her, drowning in her. Feeling her breathing against his cheek, her heart pounding in her chest. Was more than enough, pulling back, breaking the kiss that he would happily have died in. He took in every delicate curve of her face, her eyelashes sweeping gently against her cheeks as he watched her. The slight pink flush, that lingered across her cheekbones. Her blonde hair flowing like liquid around her shoulders. Lips swollen from his kiss, he fought back overwhelming desire and gently he held her back at arm's length. Desperately trying to control his breathing, leaning forward he whispered in her ear. Accepting his utterance, she backed up slowly, unwinding her legs, not truly wanting to remove her body from its resting-place, against his. Slowly, reluctantly they drew apart, hands still tentatively keeping the slightest of contact. Fingers, barely touching, he lead her out of the lab and towards the elevator, he had to get her home, into his bed.