Disclaimer: No, they're not ours, but I mean, really, who's going to stop us from using 'em? Who, I ask… who! (damn straight… no one!)
A/N: Sarah said that I was a doodiehead for writing chapter 4 the way I wrote it… I can't help it, y'all… I see an opportunity, and hey, my mama always told me to make the most of every opportunity that comes my way… I'm just doin' what my mama told me to do, Sarah, so if chapter 4 got you hot, you now know who to blame…
A/N2: I am so proud of Sarah… this piece was amazing, and in chapter 6, I get her back for torturing Harm like she makes Mac torture him… (hurry, hurry… read this then go on to chapter 6... I promise that you'll love it if you love that sort of thing… lol)
Coveted Cotton
"Getting Burned"
Chapter 5
Damn.
He's sitting on my couch, hard as a rock, smiling at me…
This man is anything but modest and shy…
I see that look in his eyes, and as much as I would love to give in, this game is far from over… in fact, it has just begun.
I saunter over to him, and, wasting no time, I climb into his lap.
"You're not playing fair…" I tell him, resting my hands on his shoulders.
He smiles up at me, his hands on my waist, and says, "All is fair in love and war."
I smile at him, then lean in and press my lips to his. We kiss, and as he opens his mouth, I slip my tongue in and deepen the kiss.
While we are making out, I decide that it's time to play dirty.
My hands behind my back, I work at unclasping my bra.
When we pull away from each other, we are breathless, and when he notices what I am up to, his expression changes…
He is no longer the cocky hot-shot in control of this game.
"Are you doing what I think you're doing?" He asks, his voice shaky.
I nod.
"A little help, please…" I say, leaning forward, my chest in his face.
"Mac… are you… are we… what am I…" He says, unable to form a coherent sentence.
I laugh.
"Do I have to do everything myself?" I ask, fumbling with the clasp once again.
I have no intentions of baring all, but he doesn't have to know that…
I am enjoying watching him squirm..
"Whoa… Mac, are you serious? Or is this just an attempt to get that shirt?" He asks, his eyes wide with surprise.
I run my hands down his chest and start to unbutton his shirt. I loosen his tie and trail kisses from his neck to his jaw line.
"Forget the shirt…" I whisper into his ear.
I know my shirt is under his ass… so basically, all I have to do is get him on his feet…
With the look on his face, I'll have no problem getting him to play along.
"Mac… if you want the shirt… you can…" He starts, but stops.
I watch his eyes as they lower and linger. Shamelessly, he is taking in the sight of bare flesh. His lips turn up into a smile and then he makes eye contact with me once again.
Men…
Boobs and ass are going to be the downfall of their kind.
"What if I don't want the shirt anymore? What if I've found… something else… I want?" I ask, looking down then bringing my gaze back up so that I am looking into his eyes.
"Are we still playing this game… or is something else happening here?" He asks, attempting to establish some boundaries.
Part of me wants to stop this… to tell him that we shouldn't be doing this… that this little game needs to end… but… a bigger part of me wants to see how far he is willing to go…
He's Harm…
He will take this but so far…
Right?
Will he put a stop to this, or is he willing to let go and see what happens?
"I'm not one to play games, Harm… you know that…" I tell him, unbuttoning buttons once again.
I take his tie off, and, tossing it over my shoulder, I lean in to kiss him once again.
As we kiss, his hands caress my bare back and a shot of intense longing courses through my veins…
This is getting serious…
What started out as an innocent game has now become something completely different…
He leans forward and I assist him in taking off his dress shirt, our lips parting only once… breathing is necessary…
He tosses his dress shirt behind him and it lands… somewhere… I don't care where…
I grab the hem of his white undershirt and help him pull it over his head. I toss it behind me, and it lands somewhere near his tie…
Flesh…
His bare chest is warm, and as we kiss, I am so close to him that I swear I can hear his heart pounding…
"Are you sure?" He asks, questions in his eyes…
I nod, and standing up, I grab him by the hand.
He stands up, and I grab him by the belt, tugging him towards my bedroom…
He follows me willingly.
For a split second, I think of running over to the couch and grabbing my shirt…
But what would be the point of putting it on just to take it off again?
I pull him to me and smile as I notice that he is unbuckling his belt.
I watch his belt his the floor.
It's not too late to stop this… I can still change my mind…
My mind is racing, full of thoughts of consequences and repercussions…
We are crossing lines that cannot be uncrossed, striking matches and watching them burn…
I can feel the heat, the warmth of desire… and I am drawn to it like a moth to a flame…
It's been so long since I have been burned… and now…
I am playing with fire…