Chapter Three ~ Sanctus
Continued from Chapter Two
He stands so close to me, his fingers press into my skin. I can feel every breath he takes as his chest rises and falls against mine. I lean down, let my lips brush against his. Slow, hot kisses with our eyes open.
"I have to be careful here, TJ. Careful what I say, careful to listen to what you say ... I want to play and I think you do too. But I don't play nice and I don't play fair and I have to know that you are with me ... that you want what I want. That you need what I need. That you feel the same. I can go either way, take you out of your mind or let you have the power."
My wrists set on his shoulders, my fingers curl around the back of his neck. My thumbs scrape over the tender, softstiff hairs at the bottom of his beard and I lick my lips to find the taste of his mouth there.
"Or we can go in the office and have a drink. I can show you the hot tub that sits in a room all by itself in the dark and we can just fuck the rest of the day away and whisper prayers to each other by candlelight. Until one of us passes out. Or," I smile,
"faints."
The dimness of the room falls prey to a shaft of amber light swirled with ruby; sun filters through rippled glass panels stained with need and fused with lust. Our shadows fall with the ghosts of this place, the ghosts I can see in David’s eyes, the ghosts I can hear in the soft urgency of his voice.
Heat rises between us, energy swirls and blends with the dust and the ghosts and shimmers off our bare chests, expels itself in the warm, damp air carries our every kiss, the deep tastes between words spoken and not.
Every inch of my skin is tingling, but my center is perfectly still.
Press my palms flat against David’s chest; not quite pushing him away, just opening up enough space to let the heat building between us expand. Kiss him once, my tongue locked behind my teeth. Chaste.
Careful.
“Every word I’ve spoken to you since the moment we met has been the truth. You have no reason to trust me, but I’m asking you to.
“Can you trust me, David? Trust me to bring you someplace you haven’t been?”
He stands so close to me, his fingers press into my skin. I can feel every breath he takes as his chest rises and falls against mine. I lean down, let my lips brush against his. Slow, hot kisses with our eyes open.
"I have to be careful here, TJ. Careful what I say, careful to listen to what you say ... I want to play and I think you do too. But I don't play nice and I don't play fair and I have to know that you are with me ... that you want what I want. That you need what I need. That you feel the same. I can go either way, take you out of your mind or let you have the power."
My wrists set on his shoulders, my fingers curl around the back of his neck. My thumbs scrape over the tender, softstiff hairs at the bottom of his beard and I lick my lips to find the taste of his mouth there.
"Or we can go in the office and have a drink. I can show you the hot tub that sits in a room all by itself in the dark and we can just fuck the rest of the day away and whisper prayers to each other by candlelight. Until one of us passes out. Or," I smile,
"faints."
The dimness of the room falls prey to a shaft of amber light swirled with ruby; sun filters through rippled glass panels stained with need and fused with lust. Our shadows fall with the ghosts of this place, the ghosts I can see in David’s eyes, the ghosts I can hear in the soft urgency of his voice.
Heat rises between us, energy swirls and blends with the dust and the ghosts and shimmers off our bare chests, expels itself in the warm, damp air carries our every kiss, the deep tastes between words spoken and not.
Every inch of my skin is tingling, but my center is perfectly still.
Press my palms flat against David’s chest; not quite pushing him away, just opening up enough space to let the heat building between us expand. Kiss him once, my tongue locked behind my teeth. Chaste.
Careful.
“Every word I’ve spoken to you since the moment we met has been the truth. You have no reason to trust me, but I’m asking you to.
“Can you trust me, David? Trust me to bring you someplace you haven’t been?”