'So this is how it ends', thought Jamie as he gathered his things. 'Goodbye, Paige.'
'Jamie...' came her faint voice. She walked towards him, wiping away tears.
He only nodded in response, slung his bag across his shoulder, and made for the door.
'Jamie...' came Paige's voice again. He stopped and turned around to face her.
'Yes?'
'One last kiss to end it all?'
He did not respond.
'Just one kiss? One kiss,' she repeated.
He stayed where he was. Frozen. He knew this was not a good idea, but he wasn't making his way to the door either. He just stood there as Paige moved closer. With every step she took, his mind ran through all the pros and cons.
'Just one kiss.' He said as she reached him.
An entire foot shorter than him, Paige reached up to caress his neck. She stood on tiptoes as he bent his neck down for one last kiss.
It was a small kiss at first. Their lips were closed, but as Jamie started to pull away, Paige put her other hand around his neck. Her tongue darted over his lips and soon Jamie found himself gasping for breath as they shared a deep all consuming kiss.
It was as if all the frustration and anger of the past year poured into that kiss.
He sensed Paige further rise on her toes, pressing herself closer. He responded by wrapping his arms around her waist, lifting her a bit, and crushing her to him. She moaned and Jamie felt blood rush to his crotch.
She was so soft and yielding. The smell of her shampoo was intoxicating and above all, she felt so good against him.
Paige's hands roamed all over Jamie's body. In her head, if this was her last kiss with this man, she was gonna make it hard for him to forget it.
Her fingers ran through his hair, lingering at his nape. She knew he liked that best.
Her other hand slid beneath the collar of his shirt. She wanted to feel his skin underneath her palms. It felt like he was burning up and she imagined him stretched over her, both of them moving in rhythm.
The feel of her hand on his bare skin had the opposite effect on Jamie. It felt like a bucket of ice water was thrown over him and pulled away.
Panting, he lowered Paige to her feet and took a step away. One arm remained behind her back, supporting her because he had seen her wobble a bit. He didn't feel as steady himself.
'That was more than just a kiss,' he said, instantly hating himself for stating the obvious. When she did not respond, he let her go, turned his back on her, and made for the door again.
'Jamie...' her voice was deep and heavy with lust, the same lust that coursed through his veins, lust that throbbed in his pants.
Giving in, he dropped his bag, rushed towards her and half carried her across the room to press her against a wall.
His hands were on her hips. He did nothing else but stare at her. Not saying a word. He stared at her tear streaked face. Tears he tasted earlier as he kissed her. He stared the longest at her red lips, crushed from the kiss. Finally, he looked her in the eyes.
"Jamie..." she said again, but before his name was fully out of her lips, he crushed them to his. He lifted her hips towards him. Instinctively, she wrapped her legs around him.
Without breaking the kiss, he pressed his crotch into her. He had to make her feel how hard she made him. He had to make her feel how he felt.
Once she started to grind against him, he moved one hand over to her breast. He squeezed it hard through her shirt, through her bra. His other hand searched for one of hers and pinned it above her. She laced her fingers through it. Her other hand was on his nape again. It sent electric shocks through his body. To his crotch.
Jamie broke the kiss and nibbled on her ear. Paige moaned, arched towards him, almost setting them off balance.
To steady them, he moved his hands to her butt. Staring into her eyes, he pressed her further into his crotch, moving her up and down in the motion of making love. The sensation was glorious over his clothes. He nearly came in his pants imaging how it would feel when he was finally sheathed in her.
It had an effect on her as well. She let out a moan, wrapped one arm around his neck, and started kissing him deeply. Her other hand made its way to front of his shirt, where it expertly popped the buttons she had access to.