Ohh, this is way beyond the physical.
Tonight, my senses don't make sense at all.
Our imagination, takin' us to places,
We have never been before.
Take me in, let it out,
Don't even need to touch me,
Baby, just…Breathe on me.
Baby just, breathe on me.
We don't need to touch, just
Breathe on me.
"BREATHE ON ME"
Britney Spears
Neela looked up at Ray. "You're not going to bother to ask who?"
Ray faced her and drew her close. "I don't need to." He pressed his forehead against hers. She could feel the warmth of his breath and she shivered. "Something wrong?" He whispered softly in her ear.
"No." She breathlessly replied. She looked up at him. "I didn't mean to hurt you last night with what I said. I've just never been really good at listening to my heart."
He put his hand over her heart. "Sounds to me like it's running a marathon." He smirked.
"Then stop breathing on me." Neela felt her knees weaken.
"Why?" He felt his heart start racing. He wondered if tonight he would finally get the truth out of her about how she felt about him. He heard the conversation with Abby, but he wanted to hear her say the words to him. "What is it about my breathing?"
"Don't." She pulled away.
Ray sighed heavily. "Now what?" He slapped his hands in frustration on his thighs. "You give me mixed signals, Neela. First, you…" He watched her as she crossed the room and closed the blinds. "What are you doing?"
She smiled at him. "I don't want the voyeur across the street watching us."
"Watching us? Neela, I don't want you to do anythin…" He was unable to finish his sentence as she placed her lips on his. Thoughts bombarded his mind. Is she doing this for an apology? Is she finally coming around? Will she think she's a one-night stand for me? Whatever he was thinking, Ray ignored his mind and followed his heart.
He pulled her body so that it melded with his and he softly traced the curves of her body. When he softly touched the small of her back, he felt her arch and heard her softly moan. He knew that he was ready for her, but was she ready for him?
Neela pulled back for a moment and just looked at Ray. She felt as though she were seeing him in a new light. She softly traced the hardness of his jaw with her fingertips. She could see the want in his eyes and she felt the want rising in her. She tugged at his shirt, letting him know she wanted him.
Even though she had seen Ray shirtless many times before, there was something about this time that made her gasp. She ran her hand softly down the smooth hard chest and felt Ray's breathing not just intensify, but jolt. She leaned in and softly kissed his chest, all the while her hands running down to his zipper.
Ray felt an intense desire to be one with her and her teasing him was driving him insane. She looked up at him and noticed his head was tilted back and his eyes were closed. She stood up and brought his face even with hers. "Tonight, I'm yours. Tomorrow night, I'm yours." She softly kissed him. "Forever, I'm yours. I'm in love with you, Ray." She whispered.
Ray smiled as he softly stroked her cheek. "I've always been yours, Neela." He pulled her close and in one slow movement, lowered her to the floor. He was hovering above her, using his straight arms for strength. "You're the most amazing and beautiful woman I've ever met."
"And I'm not 14." She knew she shouldn't joke about that touchy subject, but much to her surprise, he smiled.
"You're definitely not 14." He lowered himself down upon her.
