My response

Does he?

We're smiling at each other, half laughing. I glance at him and recognise that look in his eyes. I quickly turn away, and inwardly panic,
"I'm just going to go change. I'll be back in a second."
I rush off into my bedroom and put my palm to my chest. 'My heart rate is pretty high,' I think to myself, 'he doesn't like me like that... does he?'

I proceed to turn on the radio on my phone and change, pulling up and off my dress, unhooking my bra and lazily throwing it onto the bed.

I hear the door open and rapidly cover my bare breasts with my hands. I can feel my cheeks heating up, knowing that my face is now a candy floss pink.

"Sorry! I did knock but you didn't respond... I came in to see if you're ok... sorry I-"
His voice trails off. Our eyes locked the entire time.
Nobody moves.
Nobody speaks.
I make a fatal error by subconsciously biting my bottom lip.

He slowly closes the door behind him and calmly walks over to me. Now we're so close that I can feel the heat radiating off of his body. With our unbroken gaze, his soft expression turns serious. His lips move but no words come out. His warm hand caressingly slides around my waist onto my back, pulls my body to his and holds me there. His other hand glides up my arm, cupping the side of my neck while his thumb smoothly feels my cheek. I can't help the rhythm of my heart beat. Heavy, loud, and fast paced. There's nothing I can do as I stare at him, staring at me.
"You don't know how much I've wanted you and for how long. I know this is sudden, but it's true. What do I do when you look at me like that? With those eyes? With that smileys yours? I can't hold it anymore. I want you. Not just your body. I want YOU. I've known you too long not to be in love with you."

With the arm around my waist, he pulls me into a kiss. I'm surprised at first but then his heat travels into my mouth and through my body. My knees weaken and the rest of me follows. I open my mouth and invite his tongue to taste to his hearts content.

Exploring my body with his hands, coming to a stop on my backside. His grip tightens and I gasp, breaking the kiss. He groans into my mouth and picks me up. He lays me down, hovers over me, and groans again,
"How do you already have this control over me? How was I supposed to resist you?"

I lift up onto my elbows, faces now mere centimetres apart, and whisper,
"You wasn't."

I see his eyes glisten at the realisation that I want him as much as he wants me. He whispers seductively,
"Don't tempt me little madam. I don't want to do anything you'd hate me for later."

My response? I lay back down, pulling him onto me, trap him between my legs, wrap one arm around his neck and placing the other hand assertively on his...