No crits today. Vote yay or nay for the kissing scene.
By the time we returned to the house, the streets were lit by moonlight.I headed straight for the stairs.
“Rick, do you mind unpacking the basket?” Derek asked. “I need a shower. I’m beyond itchy.”
“Not at all. I’ll be upstairs in a few minutes.”
I was almost at the top and Derek took the steps two at a time to reach me. My heart kept pace with the rhythm of his feet. He held a forefinger to his lips and pulled me towards the darkened hallway.
“The tattoo is supposed to glow,” he whispered in my ear.
He was too close and I wanted to kiss him. Neither was appropriate--let alone the shower thoughts going through my mind--but propriety jumped out the window beside me. My hands reached up to untie the knot behind my neck. I let the sarong fall to the floor revealing the bathing suit that exposed my back.
I turned and stepped away from Derek. “Does it?”
He inhaled deep and loud. “It does.”
“Where?”
Derek inched closer. I could feel his hand even before I felt his touch. My heart rate accelerated. I couldn’t breathe.
“Here.” His finger traced one of the coils and I felt a shiver spread from the spot his skin met mine. I bit my lower lip to suppress a moan.
Before I could doubt my sanity, I spun around and pressed my lips to his. My arms wrapped around his neck as fast as his enveloped my waist. But I hardly had a chance to taste more than the salt on his lips, or find my way inside his mouth.
“I thought you said you needed a shower, dear Derek.” Rick’s voice was ice-cold and chilled me to the bone.
3 comments:
Yay.
And furthermore, piss off Rick. ^_^
yay.
Yay.
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