I was about to turn back to my friends when something about a man in a dark coat had me looking twice. He was tall...I'd say around 6'1, 6'2...tall for me in any case as I (much to my detriment) only reached what I considered a measly 5'3. He had his hands stuffed in the pockets of his grey winter jacket - I blinked. Wait, was that the blue eyed guy? I squinted and barely acknowledged the 'eight's' that rang out as the great crowd continued with its countdown.
He walked like a jungle cat, grace and lethality emanating from the long lean body as if it were an expensive type of cologne. As my eyes, mesmerized, travelled back up from his long legs to his incredible top build...broad shoulders, narrow hips... not a sign of excess weight anywhere, I could feel my heart speed up and some kind of dizziness fill my head. From somewhere far away I could hear the countdown and Micah and Brad laughingly taking swipes at each other as they interrupted each other's count. But my mind was completely focused on the man who was walking in my direction. His features were...wow...he had black hair, it fell messily over a golden forehead, his cheeks were so high and sculpted that they seemed autocratic, his nose long but not so much that it ruined his face... he had a slight shade of stubble on his chin and over his slightly hollowed cheeks...and his mouth oh dear god his mouth was sin. Full lipped and looking like it had been carefully drawn by an artist his mouth had me going weak at the knees. He reached me just as I looked into his eyes - and I gasped at what I saw there. His blue eyed gaze... it was so sad...so tormented that it made my heart ache.
He stopped right in front of me and I was speechless...was I supposed to say something? He came one step closer and I stopped breathing. Tipping my face up to look at him.
"Three..." I felt cool hands on my face, "two..." my eyes widened in something akin to shock as he lowered that delicious head towards mine, "one..." his mouth swooped down on mine and drowned out the 'Happy New Year!'. He kissed me with a hunger so deep that I had to clutch his wrists to anchor myself. My lips I willingly parted and he took the invitation without an instant's hesitation, his warm moist tongue sweeping inside me to stroke my own in a sensuous caress that had me letting go of his wrists to grab for his shoulders instead and pull him close.
I jerked when I felt his body so hard against my own and the freezing temperature of London didn't so much as penetrate our little bubble. It was all so intense ...so ...needy ...so raw, I groaned into his mouth and his arms curled themselves around my waist, bringing me tight against him. His scent, something woody and fresh filled my senses and I moaned into his sexy mouth as he changed the angle of the kiss, taking his mouth from mine only to slant it over my lips again in an endless mind blowing kiss. I felt his hands in my hair, clutching my curls and clenching them tight in his hands. One released my hair and travelled down the curve of my spine. It was as if he was trying to consume me. There was so much hunger in him ... A large strong hand slid over the curve of my denim clad ass and then had me crying out softly as it squeezed and drew me closer - a strong thigh insinuated itself between mine and lifted.
"Dear lord," I gasped against his warm lips as the sensation his thigh produced between my legs fired up every other cell that might've still been dormant within me "who are you...?" I whispered, pulling away even as my lips were clinging to his. I saw when he blinked several times that his lashes were long and dark, it was if he was trying to pull himself out a daze. "Hmm?" I prompted, savouring the sensation of my swollen lips even as I lifted one of my hands to rub gently over that stubble - and I'd never been a stubble woman. I felt his cool breath on my wet lips as I raised my eyes to his - felt his gaze penetrate deep and then as I was sure that he was about to answer a rough hand on my arm yanked me away from him and my eyes flew wide open. I turned around with a hiss of surprise only to find myself facing a seething Brad.
"Brad what the hell is your problem?" I just managed to turn the shout into another spitting hiss, my eyes now narrowed into poisonous slits as they focused on Brad's now wary expression.
