It was a matter of possessiveness.
Yeah, animalistic maybe. But I couldn't help myself. Not after being this close to you. So I took a chance.
Somehow I always liked being near you, before this thing turned into an obsession, I knew that fact. It wasn't unusual for me to stand close to you. What was unusual was for me to lean in and smell you. The smell of aftershave and that smell that just screamed at me to do more than just sit far away idly. Enough to get me intoxicated, make my stomach knot in anticipation.
"Erik, what are you doing?" Your voice calm. But your body tells another story. You're nervous. I could feel the uncertainty coming off of you in waves. Your eyes were trained over your shoulder at me, shock bright blue, curious but not angry.
"You smell good." It was a simple statement, one with implications far reaching. I put a hand on the bookshelf that you were looking at, almost pinning you but giving you an exit if you wanted it. But you weren't running, you were just standing there and that confused me more.
"Thanks," you reply. I take a chance and exhale close to your neck, letting the hot air of my breath travel across open skin. That pale skin that so contrasted with mine that taunted me in waking daydreams. Surprisingly you lean back, just enough to feel my growing excitement, giving me a smirk that held enough promise to make me nearly climax at that moment. Your eyes close and you inhale, reaching back to put a hand on my hip, enticing me to reach forward and wrap a hand around your waist. "You smell good too."
I was losing control and I knew it. My heart beat faster inside my chest and push back, your arm coming back to wrap around my neck, pulling me closer. "I know what you're thinking," you whisper. "How you want to rip off my clothes, here, now, in the evidence room, to hell with the consequences. And I know you've been thinking about it for a long time."
Your voice was like a siren song, luring me to the point of no return. If you told me no right then and there, I don't know if I could have listened. The hand on your waist slid up, under your shirt, feeling the soft skin and the light trail of belly hair that led to happier things. "Yeah. Something like that," I whisper back. I started to unbutton your shirt, saving the pants for last, my breathing deepening. Your back arches and I sigh, the friction causing some kind of sweet torture, my hands gripping tighter on you and the metal shelf.
"What's stopping you?" you tease and I feel a purr rumble in my chest, tossing the last of my restraint to the winds. I bent down, trailing the flat of my tongue across alabaster skin, tasting you, reveling in it. Your shirt finally ends up on the floor and I step back to take off my own, watching you turn around and stare at me with an innocent but not look. A smirk of my own crosses my face and I grab your belt buckle, pulling you close to me, our arousals meeting through the flimsy material. Without thinking, I kiss you, parting your lips with my tongue, lifting your body towards me so your leg can wrap around my waist. You tasted like smoke and honey, the feel of everything making me break the kiss to gasp for air, your lips swollen from my forcefulness.
