„Stop it, you're making me turnt on", he whispered, already a little out of breath. "That's what I'm trying to do", I said, tempting him to come closer. With two firm steps he got to me, forcing me to press my back against the wall I was comfortably leaning onto. I had to admit that the shirt with the rolled up sleeves looked really hot on him. But that didn't distract me from the way his eyes were expressing my thoughts. He stared at my lips like he was wishing to fiercely press his onto mine. And I didn't have anything to say against it. But he decided to let me suffer. His hands wander up my arms as his lips caress my jaw. His touches give me goose bumps and I tilt my head back for him to reach everything of his desire properly. Finally, he leaned his elbows against the wall and I was able to look into his eyes again. A loving expression was there and this time I was the one in control as I took his chin in my hand and connected our lips. His were so soft and soon he decided to intensify the kiss. Words could never describe what I felt next. His tongue and mine were dancing the dance of the loving and his hands were everywhere at once. I pulled him onto the bed of the darkened hotel room where he started to pull on the zip of my tight beige dress. I didn't let go of his face, his beautiful, beautiful lips. He wasn't my man yet, but that was something I was sure I could change. How more wrong could someone have ever been.