Moving In

"Something tells me that this won't be the last time." I said, still holding his hand but looking up into his eyes.

"I hope it won't." He whispered in a husky voice, leaning in the lifting my chin with his free hand to gently press his lips to mine.

I was shocked at first but I eventually melted in to his touch, moving the cloth to the counter and reaching up to tangle my hands into his hair as I stood between his legs. His hand moved cup my jaw while the injured hand wrapped around my waist pulling me closer as he ran his tongue over my bottom lip asking for entrance.