"Damn you. I didn't know I had it in me and you are causing me to do things I can't, I shouldn't, but for you I can't resist. I never could. Not then not now. I should hate you. Damn it to hell! If it were anyone else..."
Then he kissed her full and hard on the lips. At first she resisted, but only for a moment. Then she returned his kiss with a fierce passion of her own that had been bottled up for years.
They melted into each other like ice hitting hot pavement in July, slow at first, but building steam. His lips moved to her neck, kissing the small bundle of nerves just below the ear as his hand slid slowly around the small of her back, pulling her in closer and cutting off any means of escape.
But she didn't want to escape. Instead she wrapped one leg around his and grabbed his broad muscular shoulders pulling him in closer. She moaned softly as his kisses moved slowly downward to the soft flesh of her throat.
He murmured to her neck, "You are poison babe and you'll be the death of me. But open the gates of hell wide anytime if I can only die in your arms." His lips then moved to the hollow of her throat as his other hand started to slowly work lose the buttons of her shirt one by one.
(A random scene from, "Hard to Hold." due in August 2012)
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