As I distanced myself, a troubled expression crossed my face.
"I can't do this," I confessed, my voice quaking with uncertainty.
"I can't do this, Bon," I insisted, trying to downplay the intensity of that electrifying kiss.
"Ella," he responded softly, his eyes searching mine.
"I'm a faithful wife," I stated firmly, feeling a wave of self-doubt wash over me.
How pathetic I felt in that moment!!!
He stepped closer and gently cupped my face, his touch surprisingly tender.
"Don't worry, I didn't mean anything by it," he reassured me.
I was caught off guard when he said, "It was nothing."
That hurtful reply left me momentarily breathless.
"Ugh!" He parted his lips, prompting my curiosity about what he was about to say next.
Was he really thinking that I wasn't attractive?
"Ella, I know you're married," he began, his tone softening.
"I'm sorry, I couldn't control the attraction I felt today."
I let out a sigh of relief at his confession!!
"Please, don't let this mistake ruin our friendship," he added earnestly.
"Well, I never!" I started, feeling a mix of frustration and concern.
"I'm afraid to lose you," he responded, his captivating gaze locked onto mine.
As I looked into his sincere eyes, the truth was evident.
In an instant, we both began to breathe heavily, our foreheads gently touching.
In that moment, I found myself at a loss for words.
His gaze fixated on my sexy juicy lips, and I could even hear his heart beating softly.
With a sense of warmth, I let my hands trace along the nape of his neck, unable to suppress a soft sigh as I caressed his toned back.
He responded with a gentle gasp of delight.
His arms instinctively wrapped tightly around her waist, pulling her closer, as if to ensure she was real, as if to keep her there forever.
I leaned in, my breath soft against his skin, and pressed her lips to his neck.
My touch was feather-light, my lips a whisper against his pulse point, and he shivered at the sensation.
My pointed nose nuzzled into the curve of his neck, inhaling deeply, as if savoring the scent of hima mix of his cologne, the faint saltiness of his skin, and something uniquely him.
His hands, large and calloused, glided down her back, tracing the narrow curve of her waist with an urgency that spoke of pent-up desire.
His touch was firm yet reverent, as if he were mapping my body, memorizing every inch of me.
I arched slightly into his touch, my head tilting back, exposing the delicate line of my throat.
A deep, sexy moan escaped my lips, a sound that was both a plea and a release.
It had been far too long since i'd felt this way craved this way and the sound of my voice.
He responded without hesitation, his lips trailing down my neck, his kisses slow and deliberate.
Each touch of his mouth left a trail of fire in its wake, my skin tingling beneath his breath.
I shuddered, my hands clutching at his shirt, my nails digging into the fabric as i pulled him closer.
"Oh!!"
The moan escaped my lips.
His arms shifted, cradling my breasts with a gentleness that belied the hunger in his eyes.
His touch was teasing, his thumbs brushing over the swell of my breasts, his fingers splaying across her back to hold her steady.
"Oh!" i moaned.
"The song motivate us!!
He molded my body against his, his chest pressing into mine's , his heartbeat thundering in my ears.
My moans grew louder, more desperate, each sound fueling his desire.
He was no longer gentle; he was ravenous, his kisses growing rough, his hands roaming freely.
He pinned me against the wall, his body flush against mine, his breath hot against my ear as he whispered, "So sexy," his voice thick with need.
I felt his words vibrate through me, sending a wave of heat pooling low in my belly.
My legs trembled, my body aching for more, and i pressed myself against him, my hips grinding subtly into his.
His hands slid down, gripping my thighs, lifting me effortlessly as i wrapped my legs around his waist.
Our kisses deepened, our mouths hungry and demanding, our tongues tangling in a dance that mirrored the urgency of our bodies.
He carried me, his strides purposeful, toward the couch, where he intended to lay my down and explore every inch of me.
But just as he reached the edge of the couch, a sharp, insistent knock at the door shattered the moment.
Thump!
Thump!
The sound was jarring, intrusive, and utterly unwelcome!!
Very unwelcome!!
He froze, his body tense, his breath coming in short gasps as he looked down at me, my face flushed, my lips swollen from his kisses.
I blinked, my eyes dazed, my body still humming with the aftermath of our passion.
Goodness!!
The faithful wife is gone!!
The knock came again, louder this time, demanding attention.
Bang! Bang!
Bang! Bang!
He set my down gently, his hands lingering on my hips for a moment longer than necessary, as if to reassure himself that i was still there.
I stepped back, my chest rising and falling rapidly, his fingers brushing my lips as if to capture the lingering sensation of his kisses.
The knock echoed through the room once more, insistent and unrelenting.
Tap! Tap!
Tap! Tap!
He cursed under his breath, his frustration palpable, as he straightened his shirt and ran a hand through his disheveled hair.
Shit!!
Whoever was at the door had no idea what they'd interrupted!!
I took a deep breath, my eyes meeting his, and for a moment, they shared a silent understanding.
This wasn't over.
He turned toward the door, his jaw clenched, his movements stiff with restrained frustration.
A disappointed look!!
The knock came again, and he pulled the door open.
Swing!
His expression neutral, his voice calm as he greeted whoever stood on the other side.
But i wasn't listening!!
My thoughts were still on him, on the way his hands had felt on my skin.
On the way his lips had branded my.
So sexy!!
The interruption had only served to heighten my desire, to make me crave him even more.
My body still warm, my senses still alive, i knew that when he returned, they would finish what they'd started.