Anne's Pov
A soft groan escapes him as his kisses deepen, trailing along my jaw. His hands roam the curves of my waist, sliding up my back, leaving a trail of heat in their wake. "And you're driving me crazy," he whispers, resting his forehead against mine for a moment. "In the best way."
Our eyes lock, and for a heartbeat, the world around us falls away.
Then his fingers slip gently into my hair, tugging just enough to pull me closer. His lips brush mine with a teasing slowness that sends sparks racing down my spine. "Let's see where else this night can take us," he murmurs, voice low and full of promise.
I smile against his mouth, pulling him back into a kiss that ignites a fire deep inside me. "Well... I hope we don't regret it," I whisper, breath warm against his lips.
His arms tighten around me, heart pounding against my chest. His lips hover near my ear as he breathes, "Regret? There's no chance of that, sweetheart."
Our kisses slow, growing deeper and more intense-less rushed, more desperate, like we're both clinging to a moment neither of us wants to end.
Amy's POV
The soft glow of the television bathed the living room in a warm, flickering light as Lucas and I settled onto the couch, a blanket draped loosely over our legs. The air felt heavy, charged with something unspoken, and the casual closeness only sharpened the tension coiling between us. His arm brushed mine, and even that fleeting touch sent a spark through me, my skin humming where he'd grazed it.
Lucas's fingers found a strand of my golden-brown hair, letting the silky length slip through his hand. I caught the way his chest rose, the slow inhale as he leaned closer, breathing in the vanilla scent clinging to me. His touch was gentle, but it ignited a fire under my skin, a shiver racing down my spine that I couldn't hide. My heart pounded, torn between the safety of his presence and the thrilling vulnerability of being this close.
I leaned into him, my body betraying my caution, craving the warmth of his embrace. His breath ghosted over my ear, a soft, heated brush that sent a jolt of electricity through me. "Lucas… you're too close," I whispered, my cheeks burning, my voice trembling with equal parts embarrassment and want.
He smirked, that playful, mischievous glint in his eyes that always unraveled me. "What can I do, Amy? Your scent… it's driving me insane," he murmured, his voice low, rich, each word dripping with a hunger that made my pulse stutter. His gaze locked onto mine, and I felt the air thicken, the space between us shrinking until it was nearly unbearable.
"You should stop," I said, but the words lacked conviction, my own desire bleeding through. I was fighting a losing battle, and he knew it.
"Why would I?" he countered, his voice a velvet tease, his lips curling into a smirk that promised trouble. He shifted closer, his thigh pressing against mine under the blanket, his breath mingling with mine. So close—too close. The temptation was a living thing, pulling me toward him, my resolve fraying with every second.
"Just one kiss," he whispered, his lips brushing my cheek, the barest touch that set my nerves alight. "Just to see if you taste as sweet as I've been imagining."
The words shattered my restraint. I turned my head, caught in the intensity of his gaze, those dark eyes burning with a need that mirrored my own. My heart thundered, every rational thought drowned out by the magnetic pull between us. Lucas leaned in, and when his lips finally met mine, it was like a match striking flame.
The kiss was slow at first, tentative, as if we were both testing the edge of this forbidden line. But then it deepened, his lips moving against mine with a hunger that stole my breath. His hands cradled my face, fingers threading into my hair, tilting my head just right as I melted into him. I kissed him back, my hands gripping his shirt, pulling him closer as the world fell away. His tongue teased mine, a slow, deliberate dance that sent heat pooling low in my belly, my body arching instinctively toward him. The faint taste of mint on his breath, the roughness of his stubble grazing my skin—it was intoxicating, overwhelming.
I broke away, gasping, my chest heaving as I tried to anchor myself. "You said just one kiss…" I managed, my voice shaky, my lips still tingling from his.
Lucas's eyes darkened, a hungry edge to them as he leaned in again, capturing my lips before I could protest. This kiss was bolder, fiercer, his tongue slipping into my mouth with a confidence that made my head spin. A rush of heat surged through me, and I pushed against his chest, half-hearted, my fingers curling into his shirt instead. "Lucas… stop… Anne might come back," I gasped, the fear of getting caught warring with the fire in my veins.
He caught my wrists, his grip firm but gentle, holding me in place as he deepened the kiss, his lips relentless. "I can't stop, Amy," he murmured against my mouth, his voice raw, almost desperate. "Your lips, your taste… they're driving me wild." His breath was hot, his words a spark that ignited something reckless in me.
I wanted to pull away, to cling to reason, but every kiss, every brush of his lips, made me crave more. My skin tingled, alive with the thrill of risk, the urgency of this stolen moment. "Lucas… I don't want to cause trouble," I whispered, but my eyes betrayed me, lingering on his lips, still wet from our kiss.
"And so what?" he said, his voice rough with desire, frustration flickering in his gaze. "This is *our* trouble now."
"What do you mean?" I asked, breathless, caught in the pull of his intensity, my body still leaning toward him despite myself.
"Our trouble…" He grasped my chin, tilting my face up, his thumb brushing my lower lip. "Is that we can't stop." His lips crashed into mine again, passionate, unyielding, each kiss sending shockwaves through me. My hands slid up his chest, fingers digging into his shoulders as I surrendered to the heat of him, the rhythm of our breaths syncing in the quiet room.
Then, without warning, Lucas's lips left mine, trailing to my neck. His breath was hot against my skin, his kisses slow, deliberate, as he traced the curve just below my ear. The warm scent of my skin seemed to pull him deeper, his low groan vibrating against me. I tensed, my hands pressing against his chest. "Lucas—" I started, but he caught my wrists, pinning them gently, his lips never leaving my skin.
"Just… let me feel you," he murmured, voice thick with longing. His kisses grew hungrier, grazing the sensitive spot where my neck met my shoulder, each one drawing a soft gasp from me. My eyes fluttered shut, my lips parting as a quiet moan escaped, my body betraying every ounce of resistance. The warmth of his mouth, the slow drag of his lips—it was unraveling me, stirring a desire I couldn't suppress.
Lucas's kisses slowed, more deliberate, his teeth grazing my skin just enough to make my breath hitch. His hands slid to my waist, pulling me closer, and I felt the tension in his body, the barely restrained need mirroring my own. But reality clawed its way back. Anne. The risk. The line we were dangerously close to crossing.
I pulled back, my breath ragged, my heart pounding as I met his gaze. "Please, Lucas… don't cross that line. It's not fair to Anne." My voice was barely a whisper, but the weight of it hung between us, heavy with all the unspoken emotions we couldn't untangle.