Easily lead, his hands slipped over her waist, holding her to him. Why did it feel so right? Why did it feel so wrong at the same time? The nuzzle along his jawline felt so familiar that he could taste it. It scared him on the deepest level. There was something wrong with Miss Right being there and yet a colder wash of numbness covered that feeling every time it tried to push through and allowed his desires to blossom instead.
A hand came up, resting on her collarbone and wrapping along the base of her neck as he pulled her closer for a kiss. Lips caught lips. In that moment, all the extra feelings that had been floating around at her presence disappeared into nothingness. Pulling her closer at the waist, fabric bunching up as his hands tugged at her tunic.
Breaking their kiss, he took in a shaky breath. The room had started spinning and he was not sure why. A smile quickly following a soft laugh, "we might not make it into the bedroom if we keep this up." His voice heavy with desire and thick with his accent.