Birdcage Religion by Sleeping at Last

7. Midnight

His heart skipped a beat before his mind caught up with his senses. Her lips were soft as silk as he pressed his own against hers. He captured her top lip between his own and flicked his tongue out to taste it gently nipping at it. A soft moan escaped her completely overwhelming him as he groaned with need. He pressed his mouth more firmly against hers trying to throw weeks of pent up emotion into the kiss.

She grabbed at his vest lapels almost as if to push him away. But he wrapped his hands on her slender hips pushing her closer against him. She moaned in frustration before throwing her arms around his neck biting down hard on his tongue and pushing her own into his mouth which he greedily encaged . He could feel her stifled breaths in his mouth as she pressed firmly against him.

God she tasted just like he imagined she would. She wanted to take full control; he could tell by the way she was pulling against him in a way that almost felt like she still wanted to push him away. But he wasn't going to have any of that. Not yet. He opened his eyes and drowsily gazed at her closed ones. He stood from the coffee table and pushed her against the sofa with one swift, gentle movement. She easily fell against the cushions as he carefully laid across her body.

Her shallow breathing reached his ears and he let his head press against her chest where her heart was. He could hear it thumping erratically beneath the layers of clothing on her. Was this how her heart was beating when she was with Stanley? Was she feeling this much panic before he had reached her? He groaned as he pulled back up and buried his fingers in her hair. He pressed his nose in the crook of her neck and breathed in her sweet scent.

"Lizzie," he groaned against her skin.

"Red, we shouldn't-" her voice caught in her throat as he ran his tongue over her earlobe and she dug her fingers against his vest.

"Oh," he said in a low voice and pressed his lips against hers again. He gazed into her eyes with their mouths still connected. "I think we should." He murmured against her lips.

"Me too," She breathed before crushing her lips against his.