If it's wrong, why does it feel so good.

Chapter 9.

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"Can I kiss you, please I-"

"I.. uhh.. I don't know if I can go through having to end this again." He whispered, as his voice trembled. She was so close to him, that one of her legs were bent over his. Her other knee touching his.

"What do you mean?"

"I mean, if we start this thing all over again, I can't put myself through loosing you like that again. It hurts too much."

That was one of the things she loved so much about him. The way he had no problem opening up to her, letting her know his feelings. That's what makes a real man.

"I know me either. But I can't just be friends with you. And I'm sick of telling myself I can't do this because of Christian. Because I don't even consider him my fiancé anymore, and to be honest I don't think he does either. We're living under the same roof, but we're living two completely separate lives."

"Trust me when I say I completely understand that better than anyone. This can't be so wrong."

She sighed. "But it is wrong."

"How is being in love with you wrong. I don't get it." He ran his hands through his hair. Of course he understood why it was wrong. But at the end of the day, he was just a man in love. And that's not so bad. He looked right at her. "If it's wrong, I don't ever want to be right." He knew it sounded cheesy, but he meant it with every fibre of his being.

Hearing those words roll off his tongue so easily, both deeply upset her as well as warmed her. She couldn't help but reach her hand to his cheek. Her finger grazing his hair behind his ear. She never felt an urge to kiss someone this strong before. "Look at me." She said simply. He eventually did. Whatever it was about her, everytime he took a look at her, he was even more overwhelmed by how beautiful she is.

"It's not. I mean technically speaking, it is.. very wrong. But speaking right now, and partners aside, it's not wrong." She grabbed hold of his hand. Needing some form of contact. "What would you do if I kissed you."

He looked at her. He was afraid of losing her again. He'll admit that. But this time round it felt different. The first time they started all this it was flirting, attraction and fun. This time they really fell. And emotions took over. He knew once they start this there's no going back, this time. He didn't care.

His silence scared her. So she went to stand up, go get some water. Take a breather. As she went to walk away he grabbed her hand. Causing her to look back at him, sat at the edge of bed. He didn't have to say anything. She knew. His eyes let her know. His eyes were begging for her. She wasted no time slightly bending over, cupping his face with her hands. Their mouths immediately synced. He sat back a bit more, as he pulled her on top of him. Straddling his laps. Moaning into her lips as her core met his area of suit that was growing tighter.

Their tongues danced in synchronisation, his hands exploring her hips, and ass. Squeezing as he did so. Her own hands slightly pulled at his hair, opening her mouth leaving out a breath, as his hand ran its way up to her breasts.

"Take it off." He breathed out, kissing her neck, as he unzipped her back. Pulling the jumpsuit off as she immediately found her place back on top of him, only this time in nothing but her underwear.

"Fuck." He shook his head, placing his two hands on each side of thighs. He couldn't believe this woman was right there on top of him. "You're so beautiful."