Angela gasped a little as Adam's lips met hers. It was like an explosion of desire trapped in that one kiss. She was unbelievably breathless suddenly. It was a soft kiss, a gentle and non-invasive kind of kiss. It wasn't about getting down to business like it was with Arthur. When her husband wanted sex he just took her to bed and did it. This was about passion, this was about making her feel good. This wasn't about getting off and getting over it.
Slipping her hands up over his chest, Angela pressed into the kiss. Suddenly she didn't care that she was in just her slip and tank top. She didn't care that she was married. She didn't care that they were in the middle of her kitchen and her refrigerator door was wide open. She wanted to do this. She needed to do this. This was just what she needed.
"Why do you want me?" Angela whispered, stepping a bit closer to him... as if there was much space to between them in the first place. She needed this kind of affirmation right now. She needed his affection tonight. She needed him to adore her, to treat her the way that she knew he would. Angela couldn't help but ache for someone to look at her and actually see her for what she was.