He tilted her chin up slowly to meet his gaze, "you're pushing me. You know that, right?"
"I haven't started, yet" she replied, and as if their minds were in sync, their lips collided in a frenzy that was fueled each passing second, by an unspoken, desperate need.
Luke's hand glided to her lower back, pressing her closer. His hard-on pressed into her lower abdomen, and she moaned softly.
She felt a tingle, all the way to her toes. Luke's hand slowly inched up, towards her breast, and she moaned again, louder this time. He'd stopped kissing her, and their heavy breaths were the only sound in the room.
Ava bit her lower lip, and looked up at him through hazy eyes, wondering why he'd stopped. Luke wanted Ava, so bad, it drove him crazy. But he'd regained some level of control.
