He dipped his head before I knew it and hungrily took my lips in his. Before I could understand what was happening, before I could push him away, or deny anything, my body reacted in my stead, and I fell forward into his touch, my eyes fluttering shut, my lips granting his tongue entrance. I was completely unable to stop myself, I just had to fulfill this feeling, this craving for the warmth of his body against mine. Later, I would blame it on the fact we were both soaked through from the rain. Or the drink I had minutes before this unfolded. At least, that’s how I’d rationalize it in my head so I could sleep. But right now, he was my fire and he was the only thing I could see. I wasn’t sure if he was actually that warm or it was the heat of my own blood flooding through my veins, but everything sounded like a high pitched noise at that point, and the wet noises between our mouths were drowned out by it, until I heard the deep grumble from somewhere in the back of his throat. His injured arm grasped at the hair at the base of my neck and tugged, giving him access to my neck. He kissed and sucked and bit and I felt my knees begin to wobble and they knocked into his, so he took advantage and stuck his knee between my thighs. I groaned at his crass gesture and ground my hot center onto his thigh. It was too late to be coy now. 