Loving The Enemy

Of course the thought had other scenes playing out in my head. Like Storm taking me down and mounting me, running his rough hands all over my heated body. His mouth…oh dear heaven. I actually squeezed my legs together and my face burned when the barest of sounds escaped my lips. He moved and my eyes shot across to his.

The look on his face now didn’t spell murder; there was another intense emotion roiling in his eyes. Even so, I wasn’t expecting it when he dragged me across the car seat and practically onto his lap. His lips were hard and hot when they came down on my own and I forgot to breathe. I felt the steel of his arms as one came around my back and the other buried itself in my hair.

Pins went flying as his fingers dug in, as the kiss grew harder, hotter. “Open your damn mouth.” I didn’t even realize that I’d been keeping my mouth barely open. At his words my lips fell open like a flower in bloom and I felt his tongue on mine.

His hands eased a little and the fingers in my hair now caressed my scalp, but the one around my back still had a sturdy grip. Both his hands were suddenly buried in my hair as he held my head in place and did the most amazing things to my mouth. I say mouth because he didn’t just go after my lips. His tongue ran over my teeth, stabbed into my mouth the way I imagined his sex going into mine.

My nipples were so hard they ached and that place between my thighs… As soon as I thought of it his hand was there, as if he could read my mind. Or maybe he sensed my sudden need. My legs fell open as if by their own accord and he pressed his palm flat against my heat through my underwear.

I shamelessly rubbed myself against that hand, dying for him to move the scrap of cloth away and put his rough hand on my bare flesh. I wanted to feel his fingers going in and out…. wait, what the hell? I’d never let anyone get this far before, but it seemed like I had no control with him. Far from stopping him and slapping his face I almost wished he’d throw me to my back and take me.

Just when I was coming back to my senses enough to tell him to stop, he pulled away and moved me back to my seat. The look he gave me was almost as hot as the kiss. My chest rose and fell like I’d just finished a five K marathon, and my vision was a little blurry. I still saw the tic in his jaw though, and the distension beneath his zipper was way obvious. My hands itched to touch, so I pushed them beneath my ass and tried to regulate my breathing as I looked back out the window, seeing nothing of the scenery we passed.

I was so tense my body began to ache and the temptation to look at him was almost too much, but I kept my head turned. I was afraid of what he’d see if I looked at him. I was sure that what I was feeling right this minute would be written all over my expressive face. I’ve never been too good at hiding my inner thoughts, not once my senses were so out of control. That was another thing. Usually I am a closed book, with anyone else I would’ve extricated myself from the situation already and his face would be bearing the print of my hand. With him, I wanted to lay back, spread my legs open and let him have at it.

The car pulled to a stop outside the swanky nightclub where the party was to be held. I breathed easy again once I stepped out with the assistance of the driver, but my peace was short lived as I was soon joined by Storm’s towering figure. My mouth almost fell open in surprise when his hand came down on the back of my neck. He didn’t squeeze, and his touch was not hurtful, but there was a certain pressure. Almost like he was making a point of some kind.

I seem to have lost my damn senses because instead of striking fear in me, his possessive hold on my nape instead made me feel… cherished… owned. And since when am I into this shit? Me, who in the past would’ve had anyone else’s balls for the presumption, now felt… something else entirely.

He didn’t release me even after we made it inside, in fact his hand seemed to tighten its hold as he led me across the room to a darkened corner, out of the way of traffic. I kept my eyes straight ahead and didn’t even attempt to say anything to him. I couldn’t even if I wanted to because there was a lump in my throat and I was afraid it was my heart that had made its way up my lungs.