“Not even a little.”<br/><br/>He said as his hand moved to caress her jaw line, his eyes seemed to never blink as he looked into hers. As she straddled him his heart hammered in his chest for all the right reasons and he didn't want her to move even a little...well that isn't entirely true. Her touch was soft against bare skin, she could certainly feel that it wasn't even as there was a good deal of scar tissue hidden by the fabric. Nothing he was embarrassed by of course.<br/><br/>“A shame...”<br/><br/>He said as he leaned into her touch. This was bliss to him, this moment right here where the connection was turned from iron to steel. Her scent, her taste...her everything was bliss in a way he couldn't really describe it. Sure part of it was the heat of the moment but there was more. He was getting to know her, her drive and her passion. He drew him in even more. She was the bonfire and he was nothing more than a silly moth. His hands moved to her hips, seeking flesh in the same way, sliding up under her shirt to let slightly rough hands caress her sides and her back.<br/><br/>Then another kiss...he couldn't even speak before it happened. It wasn't savage, but the passion was still there. A slow lingering burn that had him craving more and more. His hands moved to her hips to bring her closer to him, letting his tongue part lips to dance with hers he held her close. He looked drunk for lack of better words when the kiss ended and she spoke. His world was almost spinning.<br/><br/>“Call him and say you are staying with your boy friend. Use my phone and dial 9846 and he wouldn't even be able to trace it.”<br/><br/>It was his only option his only desperate option to keep her here tonight. It did feel too right to simply let her go, but he wasn't one to be that selfish either.<br/><br/>“In the morning...after I get out of bed and make us breakfast.”<br/><br/>He gave her another light kiss...then another on her cheek...her jaw...down her pulse line to the collar of her shirt before traveling up the other side and capturing her lips again. He kissed her as though he needed to, as she was the only breath of air in the entire world and without her he would simply fade from his life.<br/><br/>“Stay...”<br/><br/>It was a soft request after the kiss ended. Almost begging but not in a desperate way. There was need, the same in his eyes that danced in her own.