Or maybe you are. God...look at you. Standing there in nothing but those faded blue jeans that hug and snug just right to your lean hips and those insanely long legs, drawing the eye down, down, down, to your bare feet, ankles crossed as you lean against the doorframe, even your feet sexy, dammit.
Not that I have a foot fetish or anything...no, I have an Adam fetish, addicted to any and everything about you. Like the way you smell...not cologne or anything false, but like shampoo and heat and spice and....and that indefinable something that is just you.
And the way you move, like a panther stalking it's prey, slow and smooth and liquid, that rolling walk that makes my breath catch in my throat. The way your hair falls, in a sinfully perfect tumble of platinum and goldenrod curls to just past your shoulders...that hair is my weakness, I'd give anything to lose a hand in it. I want to see you flip it back, throat arching at the very moment you come...for me.
I can't breathe when you're this close to me, and getting closer, as you push away from the door and start that walk towards me, head down, hair a tangle of waves around your face, those gorgeous midnight blue eyes locked on me from beneath your brows...god, I feel like a deer caught in a hunter's sights.
I can't help the instinctive step I take backwards as you advance...it's pure self-preservation and you see it and smile, cocking your head and curling that perfect, pink, pouty mouth into a smirk as you continue to stalk me, and I wonder what the hell I'm backing up for, when *you* are coming towards me.
Next thing I know, it doesn't matter, because my back meets the wall and now you are there, pressing me back against it, one hand on my jaw to tilt my face up, forcing me to look at you. I can't breathe, the heat in your eyes is scorching me. You're staring at my mouth, breathing slow and deep, leaning in a fraction of an inch before pulling back, then in, nuzzling against my cheek briefly and I gasp, shivering.
You're teasing me now, eyes staring into mine, then down to my mouth, your thumb stroking a pattern along my jaw, then up to slide across my lower lip and I catch it in my teeth, sucking gently, just desperate to have some part of you inside of me.
You're eyes sink closed, then snap open, blazing down at me and I let your thumb slip from my mouth, startled for an instant before, finally, dear god, finally your mouth slants across my own and I at last know what you taste like.
And it's sweet and heady and spicy and hot, lips smooth and firm, sucking against my own, your tongue like liquid velvet sliding inside. I can barely stand it, the sexy little sounds you make in the back of your throat, the way your body angles and your head dips and your hand on my jaw tilts, trying to find just the right spot, just the right...something. I don't know if you find it, I know I have.
And then your mouth is gone, and you press your forehead to mine, panting hard, breathing ragged, staring hard into my eyes. I swear we don't need words, you and I, we've got this silent communication thing down, because I know exactly what you're thinking.
Before you can catch your breath, I spin you around so now you're pressed back against the wall and drop to my knees...
Who needs words...your body says it all.
