His fingers fiddling with the zipper of her dress was what fueled the move to push him away. With all the meager strength she could muster, Mel pried herself free of his hold, barely escaping from being too far gone. If he had gotten his mouth onto any more of her body, she would have been done for.
"Stop."
She held him arm's length away, his chest against her palms. Head bowed slightly from exhaustion, Mel attempted to collect her thoughts and the words that needed to be said.
"Melanie…" He whispered softly, combing back straightened hair from her face with his fingers. Voice slippery sweet, making it that much harder to stand on her weakening knees.
She felt his hardness flex under her hands, his thick digits dragging along her scalp and the tingling behind her ears because of it. If not with sex, then he was surely going to break her down with this new tactic of pure sensuality.
He was relentless. She couldn't think.
"What Maks?"
His fingertips rubbed circles into the nape of her neck and Mel hissed with delight. Not caring much that the reaction had not gone unnoticed by her punisher. He grinned, triumphant.
"What are you doing?"
He was referring to her current position. Head still down and not meeting his face. She found that his question was also applicable to their current situation. What were they doing?
"I don't know." She answered honestly, shrugging his hands off gently. Mel straightened up and took a leap into his eyes for what seemed like the first time.
As talented as his mouth is, as expert as his hands are at making her body crave, his brown eyes were her favorite part of him. Even in this room deprived of bright lighting, she could see into them… see through to him. To what she wanted and feared.
"I don't think you do either." Watching for his reaction, her hands still on him, she tried to ignore the sudden chill creeping over her skin.
Had it been this cold when they first got in? Or was her body just missing his warmth?
Maks blanketed her defensive hands with his as if he had read her mind. He wanted to touch her, is all. If not in the way which he wanted to, then just the mere contact of her skin…
His thumb brushed over the silkiness of her hands. " I want you, Mel." He said to her again, sober now and clear. "Your company, your kindness, your honesty… it's not just about going to bed."
He grins at her sheepishly for a moment because the throbbing in his pants hadn't subsided one bit and he knew that she knew. His actions towards her, on her, contradicted his words. But she really wasn't just an amazing body to ravish. There was so much more to Mel and he loved every bit of her. Maks didn't care if it was selfish to ask for more or state his desires. Disregarding possible rejection and disappointment, he had come onto her tonight. He had missed her, being able to be intimate with her. His prayers were answered when she slipped into his driver's seat instead of what's-her-name.
She was quiet and still in front of him, overtaken by her thoughts.
Maks shifted on his feet a little, his sneakers making sounds against the carpet beneath them.
Now or never, Chmerkovskiy.
"Mel, I'm in love with you."