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As Silas smiles at her again, Rylee couldn't help but smile back. And then he leans forward to press a kiss to her cheek. She was tempted to turn her head so their lips would collide again. But she wasn't sure where that would lead. Was she ready for it to lead further than just kissing in a bar? And once again, the thought of Silas waking up sober and seeing her.....
Shock fills her as his lips press against her jawline. That as well as his hand moving to her waist, well, new emotions exploded within her. God, she wished she'd known about all of this kissing stuff. It was intoxicating. A part of her wanted to kiss Silas and never stop. Was she drunk? Did she drink more than she thought she did? No way this was normal, right?
She jerks back into reality as Silas pulls away, looking down. She hesitates at his words. God, she wanted to say no. In what world did a criminal and a cop ever work out? Regardless of if it was something temporary, permanent, or a one night thing? But she really wanted to kiss him again. "No. It's fine." She breaths out. Almost as if it was gravity, her body leans towards him. |
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He expected her to yell at him, to say that he was just another man trying to get into her pants. But that wasn't what happened, not by a long shot. Instead, she said it was fine. He hadn't been expecting that and it was as if her body leaned more into his hand at the statement. Perhaps not every girl he gave more than just one kiss to wanted to ruin him. Perhaps this one would be okay. She seemed to be enjoying the kisses by her body language and the tad bit of lust he could see in her eyes. He was sure his reflected hers, even though he didn't want them to. He leaned forward, his hand on her waist gently pulling her closer and into another kiss. This is was a tad bit rougher than he had wanted it to be. But it felt good and right to kiss the woman like this. Even if he didn't even know her name. |
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Rylee was panicing, was he rethinking everything? Was he changing his mind? Was the drunkness wearing off? Was that possible? She didn't know how long someone could be drunk. That varied from person to person. And then as she studies his eyes, she realizes that her train of thought was completely wrong. He seemed to be just as into it as she was.
And then he was pulling her closer and his lips were on hers. This kiss was rougher, but it was fine. She returned the kiss and by instinct or whatever her arms go up to wrap around his neck pulling him closer. God, who knew kissing was so enjoyable?
What she didn't know if she was ready for, was if he asked her to go home with him. Or if it got that far. What would she say? She was conflicted on that. She didn't think she was quiet ready to go that far... |
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He felt her arms go around his neck and tug him more into the kiss. The kids got a little rougher and more intense. Instinctively, his other hand went around her lower back, dangerously and almost too far down. He ended up pulling her onto his lap and into him more while never pulling from the kiss. He didn't know how drunk he had to be to kiss her like this. He just knew how the kiss felt and how he wanted more of it. Her lips on him felt great, her arms around him even better. He didn't know it was possible to feel this way about someone ever. Especially not for just a few kisses. He only pulled away to catch his breath and even then, he didn't stop. His lips dipped to her neck, covering the whole area with soft kisses. Occasionally, he did let his lips linger on a spot and suck gently. He wouldn't be surprised if she found a few hickies on her neck at a later time. |
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The kiss was going great even as his hand strayed down her back. And when he pulled her into his lap, she gasps with surprise. Eyes flashing open for a moment. Then within seconds her eyes were shut again and she was kissing him back again. Almost by instinct her legs went around his waist and she presses herself just a little closer. God, this was awesome.
All of this felt forbidden. Awesome, new, and forbidden. It felt odd to be so intimate with someone, especially in public. She'd never even held anyone's hand. Never kissed someone on the cheek. The only physical contact she'd really had was when she's been arrested or when she brushes against someone accidentally while walking. Nothing this much. But she was loving it.
She took in a big glup of air when he pulled back, but just as quickly she releases it in a surprised moan as his lips went to her neck. Her head tips back as if trying to give him more access. God, what was she doing? All of this felt so natural but so weird. |
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He wasn't too sure what he was doing but he had to be doing something right by her gasp and how her body seemed to press even closer to him. Silas never pictured the night going like this but now that it was, he didn't want it to end. He had never kissed anyone in public like this before. He was enjoying every moment. Her skin was soft against his lips, her body warm against his. He liked the way it fit into his own. When he heard the moan, he paused with a small smirk. He had to be doing something right at least. He hoped the woman was enjoying this as much as he was. "Oh? what was that?" He teased, whispering against her skin, kissing lower to her collarbone and giving it the same treatment as he did her neck,"Dare I say, it sounded sexy." |
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God. She would remember this night for the rest of her life. No matter how long or short it would be. She also never thought she would ever feel like this. Was this what people did? Was this how normal people lived their lives? Married people? Couples?
She wanted to protest when he stopped, but she simply kept her mouth shut, leaning her head against his shoulder. Noting the smirk on his face. She shivers at his breath on her skin. And the kiss on her collerbone. She simply grunts out a reply. He could call it whatever he wanted, as long as he didn't stop.
"Rylee. Name's Rylee." She gasps out, her eyes squeezing shut with the pleasure. Would she regret giving him her name? Hopefully not. But, she was too high on cloud nine to care. |
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"Rylee. Name's Rylee." She gasped her name out to him and he smiled. Now that was one way of getting a name. For some reason the name sounded familiar to him. He couldn't exactly figure out where exactly. He continued to place the kisses around her collarbone, focusing on her shivers and the feelings of joy and pride each noise sent through his body. "Nice to meet you, mystery woman," He whispered and then sucked down on a small spot right by where her shirt covered the rest of her skin from his kisses. One of his hands slipped underneath her shirt and caressed the skin around the waist of her pants. He paused again, pulling back from her to study her face. He smirked and pressed a soft kiss to her lips before whispering,"Would you like to go somewhere a bit more...private? I have a really nice house?" |
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A laugh escapes her lips at his words before it turns into a gasp when he turns his attention to a small spot by where her shirt covered the rest of her skin. She shivers again as his hands slip up her shirt. Oh god. This was incredible. Then he pulled back and kissed her lips again. And then he dropped the bomb. Did she want to go to his house? Did she dare take it any further?
"Yes."
She murmurs. God what was she getting herself into? Would it be worth it? She hoped so. What she'd been feeling so far was incredible and she honestly wouldn't mind taking it further. Even though she'd never done it.
She was just not looking forward to the next morning when he woke up sober. She'd either have to be gone or just about ready to flee. Or she'd just have to hope that he would remember enough of tonight that it would make him hesitate |
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He waited a bit nervously. This was the spot where rejection was possible. He didn't want to be rejected but he would rather have that then her saying yes when she didn't want to. But she wasn't giving those vibes like she didn't want to. She was laughing, which sounded so innocent and pure, and then her noises she made at his kisses...so he waited for her answer, his hand stilling to help her think clearly. But he didn't get a no. He got a yes. He chuckled and kissed her again, feeling relieved by her answer. He felt as if she meant it too. It was a yes. A dead set yes. His heart almost skipped a beat but didn't. After a few minutes of being locked in the kiss, he pulled back and sat her back on the couch. He stood up and offered her his hand. "It's just a short walk," He originally drove here but he didn't want to drive now. He didn't want a ticket. It looked bad, a cop giving a cop a ticket for intoxicated driving. He would get his car in the morning. |
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