His Kiss - Part Two

She came to a stop directly in front of him. Looking into the smoky depths of her eyes he again reassured her with his own intent blue gaze. He felt his body react to the ripe fullness of her breasts beneath the white tank top that was clinging to her curves and tucked neatly into her jeans. He watched and stirred uncomfortably as her nipples hardened from his intent study. He could see their ripeness and need for the soothing attention only his lips and tongue could give them. His eyes continued their inventory of her curves captured in jeans and appreciated the snug fit around her hips.

His fists clenched and he pressed his knuckles into the rough wood bench at his side. He resisted the urge to reach out and touch her. Calling on his well-known control, a control unknown to her, he opened his fists and placed his open hands, palm down on his knees. All the while he kept his eyes locked on hers, making him as much a prisoner of her regard as she was of his.

She took a deep breath, almost a shudder. Her eyes on his, she slowly wet her lips and then with the uncertainty of the intense emotions and reaction arcing between them, she began biting her lower lip. Without realizing what she was doing she took a step back from the bench. A step away from him and whatever was happening between them.