answer the threat of death; you have to answer it with life.
That vitality flowed from him into me and I felt a surge of emotion and energy carrying me forward. I pressed myself against him, probing his mouth with my tongue and feeling his tightly muscled body beneath my hands. All of the trappings of him that I found so contrasting with his life seemed to have fallen away in that moment. His hair, his face, even the scent of him was different. When I'd met him, he was the picture of duality - the rough and the gentle all in one. In that moment, however, he was only the animal inside, and the rest had been temporarily discarded.
He pulled me close, favoring his left hand, and pulled me tight against his him. For a moment I was worried about how dirty I must be from the garage until I realized that he wouldn't mind. Hell, he might even prefer me this way. My breasts pressed against his muscled chest, and I could feel the way the sensation of him against me was causing my nipples to react. I was sure he could feel it as well. My shirt was thin and there was no mistaking that feeling for something else.
I was glad for it, and wanted to show him just how much I needed him. All of the second guessing I'd done and all of the rationalizations I'd come up with for not wanting to be with him were discarded in a split second when his lips met mine. He was still a criminal. He may even be a murderer. Here he was with the evidence of his dangerous life painted across his body with a thick bandage on his shoulder to prove it, but I felt none of the reservations I'd held inside of me, just a short while before. There with him in that small room, there was only the desire to be close to him. Nothing else mattered.
His hands moved across my back and my skin was dancing with pleasure at his touch. Even injured, there was immense power in his hands. I had spent most of my life repairing and creating things with my hands, but I felt small next to him. It wasn't just that he was much larger than me - because he was - but that the world here in San Viero seemed to rotate around him. No matter what I'd done with my life, I couldn't claim the kind of focus that he had. Hell, aside from Karen and Cash, the closest thing I had to a friend was Tubbs. I was practically alone here in my new home, but the way he touched me felt welcoming. More than that, I could feel his desire in every caress.
His fingers made their way to the bottom of my shirt and slipped inside. In less than a second, he was pulling my shirt upwards across my body, and I simply leaned back from his kisses to allow him to remove it. I'm not immodest, and I'm far from an exhibitionist, but I wanted him to see me more than anything. I wanted him to fuel the burning desire that had been kindled within him with thoughts of my naked body pressing against his. We had a connection that was deeper and more significant than any I'd ever known, and I wanted to show him just how much that meant to me.
He pulled my shirt over my head and tossed it to the side of the room where it landed on an empty countertop. I was suddenly grateful that I was wearing a decent bra that day - a thin lacy one that was light grey. It had a small bow of grey silk in the middle. I had always had a tendency towards things like bows and ribbons, so long as they were only on my undergarments. When you're a woman who has put herself into such a male-dominated line of work, it's a simple thing to allow your femininity to slowly erode, and the little efforts that can be made to preserve it were always worth it in my opinion.
Cash spared only a moment's glance at my uncovered body before pulling me back against him for another kiss. He was still sitting on the edge of the table, and I stood between his knees. I could feel the heat rising from his body, even greater than it had been when I first entered the room.
He pulled away from our kiss.
"When I went down," he said, "all I could think of was you. I knew that I
That vitality flowed from him into me and I felt a surge of emotion and energy carrying me forward. I pressed myself against him, probing his mouth with my tongue and feeling his tightly muscled body beneath my hands. All of the trappings of him that I found so contrasting with his life seemed to have fallen away in that moment. His hair, his face, even the scent of him was different. When I'd met him, he was the picture of duality - the rough and the gentle all in one. In that moment, however, he was only the animal inside, and the rest had been temporarily discarded.
He pulled me close, favoring his left hand, and pulled me tight against his him. For a moment I was worried about how dirty I must be from the garage until I realized that he wouldn't mind. Hell, he might even prefer me this way. My breasts pressed against his muscled chest, and I could feel the way the sensation of him against me was causing my nipples to react. I was sure he could feel it as well. My shirt was thin and there was no mistaking that feeling for something else.
I was glad for it, and wanted to show him just how much I needed him. All of the second guessing I'd done and all of the rationalizations I'd come up with for not wanting to be with him were discarded in a split second when his lips met mine. He was still a criminal. He may even be a murderer. Here he was with the evidence of his dangerous life painted across his body with a thick bandage on his shoulder to prove it, but I felt none of the reservations I'd held inside of me, just a short while before. There with him in that small room, there was only the desire to be close to him. Nothing else mattered.
His hands moved across my back and my skin was dancing with pleasure at his touch. Even injured, there was immense power in his hands. I had spent most of my life repairing and creating things with my hands, but I felt small next to him. It wasn't just that he was much larger than me - because he was - but that the world here in San Viero seemed to rotate around him. No matter what I'd done with my life, I couldn't claim the kind of focus that he had. Hell, aside from Karen and Cash, the closest thing I had to a friend was Tubbs. I was practically alone here in my new home, but the way he touched me felt welcoming. More than that, I could feel his desire in every caress.
His fingers made their way to the bottom of my shirt and slipped inside. In less than a second, he was pulling my shirt upwards across my body, and I simply leaned back from his kisses to allow him to remove it. I'm not immodest, and I'm far from an exhibitionist, but I wanted him to see me more than anything. I wanted him to fuel the burning desire that had been kindled within him with thoughts of my naked body pressing against his. We had a connection that was deeper and more significant than any I'd ever known, and I wanted to show him just how much that meant to me.
He pulled my shirt over my head and tossed it to the side of the room where it landed on an empty countertop. I was suddenly grateful that I was wearing a decent bra that day - a thin lacy one that was light grey. It had a small bow of grey silk in the middle. I had always had a tendency towards things like bows and ribbons, so long as they were only on my undergarments. When you're a woman who has put herself into such a male-dominated line of work, it's a simple thing to allow your femininity to slowly erode, and the little efforts that can be made to preserve it were always worth it in my opinion.
Cash spared only a moment's glance at my uncovered body before pulling me back against him for another kiss. He was still sitting on the edge of the table, and I stood between his knees. I could feel the heat rising from his body, even greater than it had been when I first entered the room.
He pulled away from our kiss.
"When I went down," he said, "all I could think of was you. I knew that I
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