Sara backed up as far as she could against the kitchen counter. Bentley was almost scary now. She'd never seen him this mad before. In a way, it was also kind of funny. And only because he looked absolutely adorable all riled up. His chest muscles heaved under his tight shirt. And his breath came out in loud gasps. His soft, fluffy hair was shining in the overhead fluorescent lights.

He continued to pace back and forth across the floor. "Why is it so HOT in here?" In one angry motion, he ripped off his shirt and flung it onto the kitchen table. Unfortunately, he now looked extremely delicious. And intimidating. His eyes were slits of rage as he paced. He grabbed up his bottle of alcohol off the table and chugged the rest of it. Then he flung the bottle into the sink.

There was a sickening sound of shattering glass. But Bentley didn't seem to hear it. He was now on the far side of the room. His hands were crammed deep into his pants pockets. His forehead rested against the wall.

He remained like that for some time.

Sara quietly watched his back rise and fall with each breath he took. It was amazing how broad his shoulders were. His body, alone, seemed to cover almost the entire wall.

She heard him exhale. He turned to face her. As he did, his eyes dropped down and seemed to take in her dress.

"What are you wearing?????" 

It took him only seconds to cross the floor. He grabbed her around the waist and pulled her straight up so that her arms were pinned to her sides.

His eyes were wild. He ran his fingers along the soft fabric of her dress, tracing the crisscross pattern across her chest. "Why would you wear something like this? It's...it's not you." His voice came out a whisper. His fingertips roamed freely up and down her body, exploring every inch of her dress. She could hear soft moans escape his throat as his hands found the dress's high slit on her thigh.

Sara struggled to breathe. He was like some enraged dark angel who had her trapped.

Bentley's fingertips burned a scorching trail of heat up her neck, to her chin. She shivered as he caressed her cheek with his soft touch. And slowly, he let his finger trace along the curve of her mouth.

He dropped his head. His lips found the sensitive part of her neck. He gently nibbled at her throat, right below her ear. The touch sent an electrifying sensation through her.

Her knees felt weak. She held onto the counter behind her for support.

"Sara, Sara. What are you doing to me?" he whispered. His lips parted and his teeth grazed her skin. His hands squeezed against the backs of her thighs, pulling her tightly up against him.

Sara tipped her head back, automatically. Don't stop. Please don't stop, she silently begged.