Daisy reached out and gripped his shirt for balance. Gosh, that voice… That stupid voice… Why did he have to sound just as hot as he looked? Especially when it got that low. He just made her weak in the knees.
“Then why did you stop trying to touch me?” she whispered, her own voice oddly calm at this question. “Every opportunity bat you had was passed by. Whenever you almost touched me, you moved away so that you wouldn’t. Is there something wrong with me that you suddenly can’t even touch me? Gosh, Arvil, do you even know how much that hurt?”
It took everything out of him not to growl at her action. If she didn’t want him to press his mouth on hers, she should stop. Push him away, because his control was snapping away like thread. He was going to lose it completely.
And then she was speaking and Arvil was speechless, to say the least. She was upset because he stopped touching her? What the hell was with that reason?
“Because you always looked and felt uncomfortable whenever I did so,” Arvil breathed with a shaky voice. “Do you know how hard it is to not touch you? Do you know how freaking hard it is to look at you and not want to reach out for you? Do you? Especially when you know the person you desperately want to hold does not want your arms around her? Do you have any idea how painful it is trying to hold myself back from kissing you right now? I swear to God, Daisy, I lose my mind every time you’re with me. Stop giving me mixed signals already.”
Daisy’s lips parted again in surprise at his words. He didn’t want to stop touching her? He… It was hard for him to stop touching her? He wanted to touch her… He missed touching her… What did that even mean?
“It doesn’t make me uncomfortable. Not lost of the time,” she sighed, tearing her gaze from his and staring down at the ground. “I’m just confused, Arvil. I don’t know how to deal with a lot of the things that are going on. It’s hard. All of it. Please don’t stop trying to touch me. And—“ Her gaze shot back upwards and met his again, her heart skipping at the burning in his eyes. Gosh, did she want him to kiss her… “I— Gosh, Arvil, you’re so fricking close right now, I can’t even think straight.”
“Let me kiss you,” Arvil rasped out, unable to hold it in. Especially not after the way she was looking at him—definitely not after what she’d just told him. She wanted him to keep close to her. Did that mean she didn’t hate him? Whatever it was, it only fueled his desire. “No—can I kiss you, Daisy? Because I can’t think straight right now and your mouth is the reason for that, and I need it.”
Daisy nodded without removing her gaze from his. That look of desire flared up, being hotter in his eyes, and it sent her insides into mush. Geez, why did he have to sound like that when he talked to her?
“Please. Yes, please, kiss me,” Daisy breathed, all but begging as her grip on his shirt tightened. “Please. Yes.”
That was all Arvil needed to press his mouth on hers, his eyes falling shut as he kissed her. A growl escaped his mouth at the way she had practically begged him. Warmth exploded through him when their lips made contact and Arvil swore sparks flew. He was washed with dizziness, but he could only think of one thing—Daisy pressed against him, his mouth on hers.
Daisy’s other hand reached out to grab onto his shirt as she kissed him back. She went weak against him, pulling him closer with the hands she had on his shirt. She hadn’t realized how much she’d wanted him, nor how long she had…
Gosh, why did he have to affect her so much? Why did she crave him so badly? Every freaking time this happened, she just ended up wanting him more.
Arvil kissed her with uncontrolled hunger, mouth practically ravaging hers until he forced himself to contain it. Though he ended up pressing himself harder against her, the intensity of their kiss decreased. It was hard, but Arvil managed to do so.
He was kissing Daisy. After how many goddamn days of wanting to do so, he was pressed against her with her lips against his, molded together as if they were always meant to. His hand reached to rest on her waist, holding her tightly to himself as his mouth worked on hers.
“Do you—have any—idea—how much I—craved this?” He growled between each kiss, not wanting to pull away. Not wanting to ever pull away.
Daisy let out a soft groan as he kissed her, his hand on her waist as he held her to himself. Her hands slipped up to his collar, grasping it tightly. She pressed her lips harder against his, wanting him to kiss her harder.
And then he was growling those words into her mouth, and she practically saw white.
“I know,” she gasped around kisses. “I’m sorry. I know.”
The more he kissed her, the faster he was slipping into insanity. This woman was driving him crazy. Why did he have to go and fall for her?
Arvil slowly took her bottom lip in his mouth, biting on it and tugging on it before he let go, giving Daisy a chance to push him away in case that step was too much for her.
Daisy let out another soft sound when he took her lip in his teeth. She wanted this. How had she not realized how badly she had wanted this? How badly he had wanted this? She didn’t want him to pull away. Ever. Not until they were both gasping for breath and blue in the face.
Because that’s an attractive quality to have, a blue face.
She ignored her thoughts and kissed him again and again. She would let him do most anything to her at this point, just as long as he didn’t take it too far. If he tried, though she doubted he would, then she would just have to push him away. And she didn’t want to have to do that…
At this point, Arvil had completely lost himself to the woman pressed against him. From the sounds she was making—because of him—to her mouth, everything was pulling him under and Arvil was happy to drown.
Arvil pulled away with a gasp, eyes still fallen shut. He didn’t waste another second for breath before he pressed his mouth to her again, his time trailing a tongue across her lips, seeking permission to explore her mouth. After this, he wouldn’t be taking another step. There was no other step to take.
Daisy parted her lips readily, eagerly. She wanted to taste him in her mouth, feel his tongue exploring. She wanted to kiss him for as long as possible, without interruptions. It seemed that they were always getting interrupted when they would kiss before. Would it happen again this time? Or would they finally get to finish when they were ready to?
Arvil instantly slipped his tongue in her mouth, her taste exploding on his tongue, shivers running through him. He had already thought this much. She tasted extraordinary. His grip on her waist tightened, and Arvil had a voice in the back of his head advise him to lock the door. He wanted no interruptions. He wanted to kiss Daisy until he was willing to let go himself.
“Arvil,” Daisy groaned against his mouth. She shivered when his tongue passed her lips, exploring her mouth. She lifted her own to press it against his, touching his tongue with hers.
Arvil growled, both at the way his name slipped from her tongue to the way she was responding to him with her tongue. Arvil pressed her harder against the wall, flicking her tongue with his, swirling around it before he pressed it against her teeth. He continued to explore her mouth, finally slipping out of it, pulling away with a gasp, mind completely blank and heart racing wildly.
Daisy gasped for breath, trembling from the force of the kiss. She couldn’t think, her mind was wiped completely clean save for one name:
“Arvil…” she breathed, her hands slipping down his chest to clasp his shirt in her weak hands.
”Daisy,” Arvil growled, eyes completely taken over by the desire for the woman before him. Her swollen lips, disheveled appearance—everything was driving him wild. And who knew his name on her tongue would sound so freaking good?
“Again,” he demanded with a growl, breathing harshly. “Say my name again.”
Daisy shivered at her name coming from his lips. She still hadn’t opened her eyes, she couldn’t yet. Everything would just be a blur, fuzzy shapes and colors.
“…Say my name again,” he demanded, and she had to comply. Heart racing, tongue numb, lips swollen, she had to comply. Her mind wouldn’t let her ignore it.
“Arvil… Arvil. Arvil. Arvil,” she groaned, leaving her lips parted as she tried to catch her breath.
Frick.
Arvil growled again, his eyes darkening as his name kept slipping from her mouth. Her wondrous mouth, at that.
“Beautiful,” he removed one hand to reach up to caress her cheek. “So goddamn beautiful. Do you know what you do to me, Daisy?”
Daisy’s eyes cracked open slightly, and she gazed at him between the slits. She leaned into his touch, loosening her hold on his shirt. Her arms wound around his waist, holding him close. She was still weak, so her grip on him wasn’t as strong as it could be normally.
“N-no,” she mumbled, still trying to get her mouth to work again. “Tell— tell me…”
Arvil pressed his forehead to hers, still breathing harshly. He rubbed slow circles on her waist, looking at her intently. From her swollen mouth to her barely opened eyes, her pink cheeks, her everything. She looked beyond gorgeous even in that moment.
Arvil opened his mouth to respond, the words he was dying to tell her nearly slipping out, mouth touching hers when the door to his office opened.
Arvil wanted to snarl. He really should have locked the bloody door.
Daisy froze at the sound of the door opening. If she wasn’t already flushed, she would be blushing from embarrassment at being found in this position. How they must have looked! Arvil pressing her up against the wall, mouths touching, breathing heavily. Her hair was likely a mess, and their clothes were probably disheveled. It was obvious what had just been going on, and if anyone had heard them…
Oh, gosh, no…
Arvil shot freezing glares at his employee, who stared wide-eyed at his boss and his future wife. The employee shivered, swallowing thickly.
“It appears I need to establish a new rule,” he started slowly, his voice dangerously low. He didn’t pull away from Daisy. Unlike her, he wasn’t embarrassed at being caught. No, he was more furious at being interrupted, though that should be a good thing. ”Do not enter my office without my approval, especially when my lady is visiting.”
The employee stammered, spoke some gibberish before he turned his tail and slipped away, shutting the door behind him.
Daisy shivered at the tone of his voice, though more from liking it than the fear his employee showed. When the door closed again, she opened her eyes all the way and took a deep breath.
“Arvil, I… Thank you, but I should probably get going,” she whispered, pressing lightly against his chest with her fingers. “I have a lot of work to catch up on. I just needed to… I’m sorry.”
