" You truly are the only person seeing something inside me. "
" No one except me has actually taken the time to look thoroughly " he answered still holding me in his arms. I was deeply touched by his words.
" May I ask you something?"
" Go ahead. "
" Your earrings " his fingers touched my right ear causing me to shiver again. This time not because of the weather. My clothes were already drenched with water. His touch lit several mini fireworks on top of my skin leaving nothing else than a tingling sensation back.
I had to look up, so I could see directly into his face - though - only his contours were visible to me.

" They seem very valuable, do they have a special meaning?" His fingers still caressed my right ear before tracing all the way down my throat. I hold my breath. My heart hammered against my chest. What was happening?
" Those were a gift from my grandmother who got them from her grandmother. It's a Celtic symbol called Triskelion, it has multiple meanings. "
He lowered his head, so his lips nearly touched my ears while his fingers now were messing with my collar bone.

With his roughest and sexiest voice possible he whispered: " Which one does it have to you?"
I felt my body temperature raising even further. Between my legs it felt like a great flame.
I tried to suppress the moan at the tip of my tongue.
" Unlike my grandmother who tried to convince me about the existing of mythical creatures such as werewolves or kanimas..." in the middle of the sentence I got disrupted by Peter who began kissing my neck. He exactly knew which impact he had on me, this bastard. My pride forced me to continue.

" I believe the three extensions symbolise each a creator, a destroyer and a sustainer. "
" Which one is your favourite ?" He slowly murmured between the kisses.
" The sustainer", I responded without thinking much. It seemed my answer satisfied him enough, so he stopped saying anything in return. Instead, he grabbed my chin and pressed passionately his lips on top of mine. I kissed back.

With some hesitation his hands landed eventually on my waistline. In the same moment, we had to sadly break up the kiss because of oxygen. Yeah, breathing sometimes indeed sucked.
While grasping for air, I looked him lustful in the eyes: "Why are you so shy, Peter? Never touched a woman before?" I teased him out of breath. I had to repay him for earlier.
" I don't want to lose control and hurt you, that's all" he quietly replied. His chest raising and falling dozens of times within three seconds or so. He looked aside.
" Maybe I would like you to. " I took his hand and guided it to my backside. " Show me how bad you can become, Peter Hale. "

Desperate, sexually frustrated nurse: check.

Now he was the one trying to suppress a moan forcing himself to stay strong. Oh no, not on my watch. I would bring him to surrender to his inner desires and feelings. May the fight begin.
I leaned my forehead on his:" Such a stubborn man."
Unlike all the other dozens time before, Peter hadn't a smart ass response up his sleeve this time. With all of his will and focus he attempted to resist. Yet, there were some dirty weapons every woman knows of.

To be fair, it was all his fault, if he hadn't started sucking on my neck, I wouldn't have to take those measures now.
Like which man does make you soaking wet and then doesn't bone you? Yeah, only those who are either afraid or not interested. And every blind man could see with his two eyes that Peter was afraid to let go. So I would make him.
Never underestimate the tricks of a woman.
" Peter ", was all it took. Innocently moaning the name of a guy into his ear mixed with the purest look you had got and voilà, you got him right where you wanted him to be. Charming yet Horny gentleman check.

" You are such an unfair player, Ava " he mumbled before touching my butt with both hands. Peter lifted me thus I wrapped my legs around his waist.
" An eye for an eye or should I rather say making hard for making wet. " I smashed my lips against his after saying this with a big smirk planted on my face.
By the way, I totally felt the bulge in his jeans pressing against my entrance and I had to lie if I said it didn't turn me on, since my pullover bothered me anyway I had no problems undressing at all.

"Not very lady-like to get laid on the first date", and the old Peter was back alive finally. Something about his ironic comments had the ability to make everything even better.
His eyes checked my exposed upper body out. Luckily, I had put on the black corset one which somewhat even suited my body type causing Peter to keep staring at my chest.
Usually, I would be beyond ashamed. Though, when you were full of lust and the only though in your mind was to have sex with this beautiful guy all the uncertainty and doubts about your body vanished.
" Not very gentleman-like to let a lady wait " I fired back imitating his cocky voice. I jumped of his hips enabling him to take of his, it was his turn now. So we were even. It bothered me to stand before him exposing nearly my whole body while he still was wearing his black coat. No offense to the black coat, I liked it quite a lot. However, it now was an obstacle.

Seriously, Peter had got some amazing genes. Blessed in numerous spots I guessed.
" Like what you see?" and what would be Peter without showing off? Definitely not Peter, that one was for sure.
" I could ask you the same question. "
" If It was for me, I would take you anytime anywhere."
" Good news for you then, because you're speaking out my mind."