Kissing Me
He's kissing me.
Really kissing me.
That hand under the shirt touching my skin, open mouth on open mouth, tonsil hockey, deep and sexy, a little rough when one hand grabs my hips, lazy, rainy Saturday morning, making out on the couch kinda kiss.
I hate that we have to stop to breathe because when he pulls away all I want is his lips back on mine again...
Well, on other places too. My flyboy is very good with his mouth and... "Ohhh." He knows here to touch, where to kiss that makes me combust like a roman candle drenched in gasoline. He kisses behind my ear, moving down until he can pull aside my shirt to place more kisses on my shoulder, my collar bone, the hollow of my neck. He kisses my cheeks, my nose, each of my eyes and then his mouth is on mine again and I swear I am going to die from how turned on he gets me.
I pull away to stare at him, the blue green irises that shine so intensely like they always do when he wants me. I don't have to wonder about that anymore because when he let go, I realized his intentions didn't need any words. "Do you like kissing me?"
"Yes." He says but before his lips capture mine again, my hands come to his chest stopping him. "What's wrong?"
It's actually a serious question. "Do you like kissing me? Or is this..." I wave a hand between us. "Just for my benefit?" I raise a brow and his hands fall away from me. I can tell my query bothers him, or maybe Harm sees it as some sort of insult? He runs a hand through his short hair spiking it up much more than I had already made it moments earlier.
"Is this some sort of trick question? You girls like trick questions."
I chuckle, there is something absolutely adorable about a frazzled Harmon Rabb Jr. that makes me want to have my way with him. He can be just so darn cute when he wants to be in this boyish kinda way that is actually rather charming. "It's not a trick."
"Do you not like my kisses, Mac?" He's actually wide-eyed now, close to being mortified that it was either too much or not enough. I imagine his mind working overtime, trying to find what he did wrong when in fact he did something very very right.
"I do! A lot actually but, I want you to kiss me because you want to not because I want you to." That sounds like a limerick and I realize that I am now the one flustered and rambling. He can do that to me too, turn me into a puddle of want and need and emotions. "Does that make sense?"
His brow raises and he's staring at me as if I've lost my mind which perhaps I have. I know I'm blushing now and I know he finds it amusing because his finger runs across one cheek, stopping to boop the tip of my nose. "You think I'm kissing you just for your benefit?"
I shrug. "Most men I've been with the whole making out, kissing phase stops once they've had me." We've been together six months and that 'honeymoon' phase of relationships hasn't exactly been tamed. He turns me on by just one look and I both hate and love that about him although my arousal is easier to hide than his.
I was a kid when I met Chris Ragle and took whatever he offered because I didn't know better. John too was a good kisser, he enjoyed making me happy but I never felt like I do for Harm. Dalton kissed me to get me into bed, and I let myself get seduced by money. There were a few other men I dated between then and Mic who tried but kissing wasn't his strong suit. Once we were engaged and the prize was almost his a lot of the tender moments between us began to fade. He would kiss me just so we could sleep together and after that... I sigh, none of them were Harm. None of them could make me feel like Harm does.
"Sarah."
His voice is gentle and my name passes through his lips like a prayer. He doesn't say it often and when he does it just sounds heavenly and I fall for him all over again. "I kiss you because I like to. I kiss you because I like the way it makes me feel... I kiss you because...because I love you."
He hadn't said that words and I was alright with that. I knew Harm would claim his love for me when he was ready because the actions were enough. His kisses were more than enough. I could live with enough...and now... I feel a warmth spread through my body making my heart drum so loud I can hear it in my ears. "I love you and I love kissing you."
"Oh." I'm blushing furiously now, my brain is a complete mess. "I ah...Have I told you that I love you?"
He grins that sexy flyboy grin that I pretend does nothing when in fact, it just turns me into mush. "You did, last night."
Oh last night. Yeah, talk about turning my brain to mush. I'm pretty sure I'm going to be sore for a week. "I do love you, Harm. And I love kissing you too."
His grin doesn't die down only goes up in wattage to that smooth seductive kind. I feel him slip his arms under me effortlessly raising me up so that he can carry me to my bedroom. "I love kissing other parts of you as well." He says, his voice is deliciously sensual and when he kicks my door closed and he drops me into bed his body covers mine.
"Show me?" My legs lock around his waist pushing him down so that we're pressed together intimately. When he kisses me this time it's full of love and lust and I fall for him yet again.
