I'm not sure how far you can go without having to up the rating, I think I'm on the safe side – otherwise, let me know!
Again: it's short. But we're closing in on the time were the prologue is happening and that's when the story really starts to take off!
Her hands were entangled in his hair, ruthlessly pressing his mouth harder against her soft lips. A hoarse moan escaped her throat when his hands firmly stroked their way up alongside her naked waist and found her bra.
With hasty, almost desperate movements her hands untangled themselves from his hair and started ripping at his shirt. He pulled back just an inch without letting go of her lips to give her easier access to his shirt, and then in one swift move, as if it were a well rehearsed choreography, their lips parted and she pulled the shirt over his head.
Their lips quickly found each other again and Jess felt dizzy as her hands traveled across his bare chest. Her fingers felt so soft against his skin and he pressed her harder up against the wall behind her.
He had no idea how they had ended up here. He knew he shouldn't be doing this. He had promised himself to stay out of it. But he couldn't. When she touched him she stirred up a passion inside him that he didn't think he had and he couldn't think straight.
Rory had showed up at his doorstep and it wasn't long before they'd found themselves in this position; her pressed up against the wall by his eager body, shirts, blouses and bras falling to the floor in a frantic haze. And he had no recount as to how that had happened.
No matter how it had happened he didn't want it to stop. Ever. He couldn't have stopped it even if he wanted. It was as if a natural force was drawing him closer and closer to her.
Rory wiggled her hips to help him get her out of the skirt he just unbuttoned and the second it hit the floor, she went for the button in his jeans.
More, was the only coherent thought Jess was able to produce. He wanted more. More of her kisses, more of her skin, more of her smell, more of her touches. More of her.
Jess stared up at the ceiling of his bedroom, the feeling inside was similar to that of sobering up after a hard night of partying. Rory's naked body was laying spread across his, her head resting on his chest, her fingers slowly tracing patterns on his stomach.
It felt wonderful. It felt right. And as long as he kept his mind from wandering to certain places, he could have been completely happy and content just lying there with her. But he had to break the spell.
"What now?" He asked, his voice husky and low. All the reasons as to why the situation they were in was a bad situation came flying into his head as the intoxication he'd felt when seeing her at his doorstep sobered away.
He felt her head turn on his stomach. "What do you mean?" She asked, her lips still so close he could feel them moving against his skin when she talked.
"What happens now?" He clarified his question and she raised her head up to be able to look him in the eyes.
"Well…" She smiled coyly. "I'm pretty exhausted, but if you're up to it, I could maybe muster up some energy reserves"
Jess sighed and softly pushed her off of his chest. "I can't do this, Rory"
She smiled playfully at him. "Of course you can. In fact…" She let her hand slide downwards over his stomach, slowly drawing a pattern from one hip to the other. "…I thought you were doing it great"
He pushed her hand away with an irritated frown. "Not that" He sat himself up, leaning against the headboard. "This. Cheating on your husband"
Sighing, she rolled her eyes and sat up next to him. "Why do you care about him?"
Jess looked at her and raised his eyebrows. "Because he's your husband" He enunciated every word with emphasis.
She nodded. "He is. My husband. So the decision whether or not to cheat on him should be mine to make, not yours"
Jess shook his head. "It doesn't work that way"
"Come on" She moved closer with a sly smile on her face and positioned herself on top of him, straddling his outstretched legs. "You can't tell me you didn't enjoy what we were doing right now?"
He sighed and opened his mouth to protest, to tell her that that was beside the point, that even though they both enjoyed it, it was still wrong. But she silenced him by placing her well-manicured index finger across his lips.
"If you enjoyed it, and I enjoyed it and Logan's making sure to keep himself enjoyed – how could it be wrong?" With that, she leaned forward and gently pressed her lips against the corner of his mouth.
Jess struggled hard with himself. There was a point in his life when this, right here, was everything he ever dreamed about. Having Rory close to him in an intimate situation like this. Although in his dreams she didn't have a husband. In his dreams they shared more than a bed; they shared a life.
He cleared his throat and pushed her back so that he could look her in the eyes. "Why did you come here today?"
His question caught her off guard and that nervous flicker that had once before sent Jess back in time appeared for a split second before she gathered herself and in that instant Jess knew that he didn't stand a chance.
It wasn't the tempting touches or the thousand promises in her eyes. It was those short moments when she showed him a quick glance of someone he'd thought was lost forever that made it impossible to say no.
They weren't like the act she'd put on last time they'd met. No. Those short moments weren't something that she could control. They were slips. They weren't meant for anyone to notice.
"I wanted to see you" She smiled and every last trace of the nervous trait that had passed across her face had vanished.
Without saying anything in response, Jess wrapped his arms around her and pulled her down against his chest. He pressed his lips against her forehead and closed his eyes.
He had no idea what was real and what was part of the character she played. He didn't even know for who she was playing; if it was for him or for everyone else.
But it felt so good lying like this, close together, that nothing – not even the thought of her husband or his own self worth – could force him to give it up.