She hadn't felt like this…well, she wasn't sure she had ever felt like this.
He was kissing her, but it was more than that.
It was the sneaking into the jail, giggling as they scoped out the street, making sure no one caught their impromptu "discussion."
It was the smile on his face as he backed her into the jail, one she was sure she had ever seen on him before.
It was the hand on her lower back, dutifully holding on tight to his hat, but pressing her so deliciously into his muscular body.
It was his other hand, woven gently into her hair, guiding her head toward his as their lips met eagerly there in the middle of the room.
It was the way everything around them just stopped and all she could focus on was the feeling of being wrapped up in him.
It was the way she hadn't noticed him shifting her, guiding her body until her hip bumped the desk, his hat hitting the floor, or the way he had blindly shoved items on his desk aside so he could lift her gently by the hips, lips never unlocked, and set her on the edge.
It was the way he unfastened the top of his serge, the one hook she knew he was always quick to loosen, freeing his neck from the uncomfortable collar
It was the way her back arched as he leaned her back a bit, one of his hands now pressing more firmly on her spine, holding her safely upright, while the other ran down her thigh to rest on her knee, his lips blazing a path down her jaw and neck.
It was the way he nudged one of his knees between her own, their fully clothed legs tangled together down the front of the desk.
It was the way one of her own hands was now weaving through the short hairs at the nape of his neck as his lips returned to hers, the other hand placed on his chest, directly over his heart, feeling the thump thump thump as it pounded for her.
It was the way he knew exactly how far he could go, slowing down the pace, easing his grip on her, but his tongue still tracing patterns inside her mouth, just far more sensually and slowly.
It was the way he pressed his forehead to hers once he broke the kiss, eyes closed and breathing heavy, his bottom lip pulled between his teeth as he struggled for composure.
It was the way he breathlessly asked if this feeling was normal, the need to be close to her, to be kissing her, the desire pulsing through his veins.
It was the way his eyes sparkled when she responded that she had never felt like this, so consumed and enveloped in want and passion.