Today’s Daily Prompt: Burn
“I want you to feel what I feel,” he whispered, his breath hot against her ear.
“Tell me,” she lifted her hands and shoved her fingers roughly into his hair.
“Hard,” he pushed against her. “Wet,” his tongue licked her ear lobe making her shiver. “Hot,” he slid his hand under her the back of her shirt, his fingers rough against her skin.
“I feel that,” she said breathlessly. “What else?”
“You want more?” he slid his mouth down her throat, leaving a wet trail.
“No, you want more,” she tilted her head to give him better access.
“Soft,” he dragged his stubbled jaw up her neck as her fingers contracted in his hair.
“Oh yeah,” she shivered.
“Do you feel that?” his hands flexed, pressing her closer.
“I feel you,” she whispered.
“Open your eyes,” his hands slipped away, his breath a ghost against her skin.
“No,” she sighed. “I don’t want to.”
Her fingers clenched, feeling the silk of his hair sliding away, she couldn’t hold on.
“No,” she sobbed the word, tears leaking from her closed eyes.
She rolled to her side on the bed, a shuddering sigh shook her as she forced her eyes open.
Was it a dream, a memory? Who was he? Why did it feel like she knew him even though she never saw his face?
She got up and crossed to the open fire in her one room cabin, picked a log to add, one that would burn through the night. Just like she would with thoughts, memories, of him. An old Jeff Buckley song drifted through her mind …
‘So I’ll wait for you, and I’ll burn…’