Re: Near the Entrance
That laugh, that kiss, resonated with him in a way he would never have anticipated, dragging him back to that dream-space he was yet reluctant to leave behind. It was not merely her touch; would that it had only been that, that he could explain away the reaction she stirred in him by clinging to only its physical aspect. But what he felt now was an old and unfamiliar pang, an echo or memory, perhaps, of something far deeper than lust, and far more difficult to dismiss or satisfy. The only solution, then, was to fall back on what he knew, to force this situation into something more recognizable.
"That depends on your definition of winning." His smile returned, though with an edge to it that had not been there before. "Maybe I already have," he said. His fingers laced with hers, his rough hand clasping tight around her smaller one. He pulled her back to him, his hips rolling, teasing against hers. He could not stop to think, could not afford a moment's hesitation: He leaned down, holding her close as he covered her mouth with his own.