Beyond Control

Heaven.

His lips were carved by God himself.

Made for one purpose, to drive me crazy.

I can feel their warmth as they rest on my own and taste his wine-scented breath.

My lips move under his, in sensuous surrender. I have no choice. I'm captivated, trapped under his spell.

He pulls back suddenly and smiles wickedly. Green eyes meet my blue.

I whimper.

He takes pity on me and starts again, a delightful repetition of the first time. Teasing, driving me beyond return.

Made by God.

Never. Those lips were cast by the devil himself.

Not Heaven.

Ecstasy.

Melting

The sun is hot.

Picking up the cool glass of water beside him, he takes out one of the long ice cubes and puts it in his mouth.

The shape of the ice allows him to poke his tongue inside it slowly and he caresses the bottom gently.

The sensation is wonderful and he pulls out then in again, taking it right to the edge and then back in again.

The ice melts quickly and he puts the last bit into his hot mouth, as it turns to liquid he swallows it in one go.

Hot. Definitely.

I need Sam.

Payback (with Jayne)

Car spins wheels skidding, hot tyres burning against hard asphalt. Tight grip on leather steering wheel.

Chris grins at Sam as he throws open the door, falling from the car before it stops.

Crazy Yank!

Following hot on his trail, gun cocked - Chris running fast - breath panting. Sam chasing...

Alleyway ahead - dark and damp. Dead end.

Chris trapped - turning blue eyes blazing - predator and prey come face to face.

Lusting.

Fight or flight?

Fight - hands seeking, shirt tugging, fleshing finding - sliding across taut muscles. Gun dropping. Hands stroking through dark spiky hair. Hot lips biting, snapping. Devouring

Payback's a bitch.