August & MJ | AUGUST KNIGHT'S PARTY |
Joining in the toast and the cheering of the gathering of people, she was smiling brightly. Being close to August again felt amazing and intense, and the feeling of the alcohol wasn't helping. His arm around her felt right and natural and she found herself leaning into him, their eyes holiding as they wished each other a happy new year. The moment stretched on, but then he was kissing her and she put up no resistance. How long had it been since she'd kissed those lips? Too long a voice in her head whispered as she kissed him back softly. As he breathed those words that he was happy she hadn't left early against her lips, she grinned, smiling as he leaned in again kissing her deeper, she melted into him, kissing him back with as much passion as he kissed her.
They were always like that, passion and fire. This unquenchable desire for each other and the need for the other was intoxicating and thrilling. She still had the slender flute of champagne in her hand behind his head as the other hand also snacked around his neck pressing more into him with each passing second of their deepening kiss.
Somewhere in her head she was worried about pictures of them kissing getting leaked to the press and the nightmare of their previous relationship would pick up where it came from. All the online judgment, the stalking, the hate mail and death threats. But she refused to listen to that voice right now. Not with the way his lips moved against hers, his tongue laid claim to her mouth, the soft noises she was happy no one could hear over the loud music and cheering from the crowd still celebrating the new year.
As they came up for air, she was breathing heavily and blinked her blue eyes at him. "I really shouldn't stay," she managed to breathe softly, but it was clear to them both she wasn't completely committed to that idea, not with the way she was still clinging to him, her eyes on his face, body arched against his held there by his own hands on her body. But the heat he seemed to create in her had already fanned to a burning desire and she wanted nothing more then to make love to him until they fell asleep entwined, the sweat on their bodies cooling, then wake up together to do it all again, maybe take a shower and have some leisurely breakfast and stay in the entire day just the two of them.
Just the two of them...that was a dangerous thought, but one she couldn't quite shake or let herself believe in too much. He was so easy to lose herself in. One of her hands slid from behind his neck to trail down his neck to his chest, feeling the heat of his skin through the thin fabric of his shirt.