He rested his forehead on mine and with the tip of one finger in each hand traced down my arms, a light touch until he reached my hands and interlaced his fingers with mine.
We stood like that, breathing heavily, number nine and I, for a while, his nose resting lightly on mine, eyes closed, breathing each other’s air. Letting the moment sink in, getting to experience each other’s skin, scent, energy. I felt his body through every point of contact, his thigh against mine, his belly against mine, his fingers in between mine, the velvet of his skin forearm with forearm. The heat radiating between us.
Our inhaling and exhaling matching, intensifying, deepening.
Then he moved his face and went for my mouth and his tongue danced with mine. We travelled to the centre of the Earth in those moments, before the door was opened and we were interrupted.

This is little taste of “Rule of Ten” a book that will come out at Amazon in the next couple of months, comment if you like it, so I know I’m on the right path.