Chapter 160: The Proposition III
2 AM, Townhouse, Annecy
Sam didn’t say anything, and she did nothing.
Too afraid to say yes, too weak to say no.
"Tell me to stop." He whispered, lips brushing against hers as he spoke. And when she didn’t talk, he grabbed her chin softly with his right hand and pressed his lips against hers.
He kissed her, slow and soft, reining in the primal desire within him to trap her between his body and the counter and devour her completely. He didn’t want to push too hard, but every passing second made his walls of control crumble down piece by piece.
Breath got caught in Sam’s throat, her eyes widening a fraction when she felt his soft lips pressed firmly against hers.
It wasn’t their first kiss; it wasn’t the second either. Technically it was their fourth.
The first one was a misunderstanding.--At the bar, when he first asked for her assistance on a case, he was working on.
The second was in his alien mind an attempt to help with the press.--Outside his Flat.
The third was just a few months back--- the kiss that made her knees weak in the Reunion.
And this time, fourth. Sam felt his warm lips gently but firmly press against hers. The patience in them, the longing she could sense. Yet she knew he was holding back for her sake, but all she wanted to do was pull away before she lost herself further but couldn’t. Her body was growing warm, her heart beating fast, unable to think straight. The locked door in her mind shook aggressively, as though something wanted to break free, and slowly the door began to crack.
When had he started seeing her that way? She could only wonder.