Drive
"I-I'm sorry Jack." The words were spoken so low, did she even really say them?
The bed dipped slightly with his weight and his hand softly caressed her cheek. "There is nothing to be ashamed of love." His words were meant to comfort and his arms should have been warm and soothing.
But she no longer desired gentleness. Her head came up and she tentatively touched her lips to his. When he didn't pull back, her body demanded more. Passion drove her to turn their innocent play of lips to a ravaging inferno of carnal desire. He tried to pull back, but she held on tightly, taking what she wanted.