When his lips touched hers, Jen felt whole again once more. She hadn't realized just how much she had missed this. It was as if her entire body longed for this moment, to have his lips on hers, to feel his strong arms around her. And there was nothing romantic about it. It was all pure, raw passion radiating from her every pore. Her body molded itself against his, steadied only by the wall behind them. It was dangerous and risky, but that only made it all the more exciting.
She turned her head to the side and deepened the kiss, pressing her hips against his. They moved in time with every kiss as her hands slowly roamed through his hair. Every once in a while, she would let out a soft whimper. It had been so long since she felt so passionate about something or someone that the thought of it alone was a turn on. It was incredibly frightening to open up to him like this but so worth the feeling of satisfaction.
"And then?" she whispered, only pulling back a slight bit before her lips found his again.