His gaze catches on your lips.

He fights it for one second, his eyes closed.

Then in a flash, he's pressing his mouth to yours.

Cupping the small of your back, pushing you against him.

He scrapes your bottom lip with his teeth.

Then slips his tongue into your mouth, sliding against the tip of your tongue.

He's hot and urgent, the softness and firmness of his lips making you wrap your arms around his neck, pulling him down, or pulling you up, you don't know.

You suck his lip into your mouth.

Suddenly he groans and pulls back, breathing heavily.

You lean in again, but he lowers his head to rest his forehead against yours.

"Shh, we can't do this here," he sighs.

He slowly unwraps your arms from around his neck and separates your bodies, leaving only your hands and foreheads touching.

Then he straightens and his warmth is gone.

He reaches beside him without even looking and reactivates the phone screen.

The awkwardness slowly returns as you stare at each other.

You drop your eyes to the floor.

"When we're touching... that can't be the only time we feel connected. Right?" He leans back, looking at you.

"No," you answer right away.

"Then why can't you look me in the eye?" he demands.

You straighten your spine and raise your chin, locking your gaze to his.

God, he's so handsome.

You trail your eyes over his angled brows...

His dark, intense eyes...

His lips, red from kissing...

Down his throat...

The arch of his chest...

"You have got to stop looking at me like that," he warns.

"Mmm?" You don't really care what he's saying.

You're trying to stare through the stupid shirt at what you're sure is the outline of his abs...

He clenches his jaw, slamming his hands into the wall behind you, trapping you between his arms.

You jerk at his speed.

"Do you really not know you shouldn't look at men like that?"

He lowers his head, growling the words into your ear.

The tender, smooth skin of his collarbone is right in front of you.

You don't decide to.

But you lean forward and press your lips to the base of his neck.

He takes a sharp breath.

It's so sexy that you slide your tongue against his skin, just to make him do it again.

You hear him pant, open-mouthed.

A little of his voice, ragged, escapes with it....

The raw sound makes your heart race.

"What are you doing to me..." he whispers.

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