My body immediately melted as his lips touched mine. However this time was different. Last time, it was more desperate, this time.....it was....I don't know. It was like we needed to feed each other.

His lips and mine were doing a beautiful dance that made my very core scream. He was leading and I followed eagerly.

I wanted to be closer to him.

I used one hand to balance me and brought the other to cup his face. It slowly moved down his cheek to the back of neck with out faltering in the kiss. I low groan came from his lips, and a shiver from him made me feel like I accomplished something. My hand slowly went from the back of his neck and slowly up the back of his head. I always wanted touch his hair, I always thought his buzz cut was cute. It was soft and strangely smooth, and I absolutely loved it.

He moaned into my lips. He pushed the canvas from between us and began to pull us up. His arms snaked around my waist and he quickly pulling me against him. We were both on our knees now.

Then I could feel him fumbling with something behind me. The apron I was wearing felt loose and the straps fell to my side. He broke from the kiss and pulled my apron from over my head and he did the same to his.

He grabbed the aprons and laid them behind me, but he didn't leave from my closeness. I stayed where I was and so did he. I was still sitting in front of him my arms now on his chest, while his arms reached around me and as he laid the aprons on the floor. Once he was done he wrapped his arms around my waist and buried his head in my neck. As if he was inhaling my scent.

It was just us here. Me and Tate. No judgement. No rules. No-

.....rules???......

The RULES!

Oh my god what the hell am I doing!

I pulled away from him and stood and my hands went to my lips. Fuck! FUCK. Why did we do that? I began to nervously pace the room. I can't believe I allowed that. He doesn't even like me. Why...? What...?

Once the I was able to calm down a little, I realized Tate hadn't moved and I was now standing behind him. "Tate...." We just broke every single rule that I had.

"Sorry." Was all he said. He watched me for awhile and just huffed out a breath. "Lets just finish this up. Finish the sketch. And once your done, I'll take you home. I'll finish the painting my self." He began to pick up the canvas I was working on and handed it to me. Once he realized I wasn't done freaking out he just laid it back down on the floor and began to set up his painting stuff again. And he began to start on the painting he was doing earlier.

I watched him attentively, though I started my pacing again, trying to understand what the hell just happened.

Shit!.....we shouldn't have done that......but it was nice......it was stupid......but nice.......I mean.....well we already started....like.......what's the harm in finishing it.

No. No. I stared at his back. My eyes landed on the part of his tattoo that always like out. I really want to see it.

MELONI!!!!

Get that shit out of your head NOW. He said he didn't like messing with virgins or whatever.

.........then why does he keep messing with me!?

"Why do you keep doing stuff like that?" I asked in a whispered in a bit of irritated voice. Also confused. My arms went around my waist where his hands once were. I missed there presence already. I watched him shrug his shoulders. God he had a nice back.....

Maybe if I just.....a little hug won't hurt.

Before I knew what I was doing, I began to walk over to him and grab his arm to stop him from painting. His body stiffened under my touch, and I couldn't help but smile at his reaction. So I did have some type of affect on him. Okay. Now just ask him what he wants.....that's all you want to know. You don't have to do anything else.

"What do you want from me, Tate?" I asked as my arms made its way around his waist. I could feel my stomach jump to my throat. I laid my head on his back, rubbing my face against him. Engulfing myself in his scent. My heart began to pound uncontrollably but I quickly regain control before I continued.

Well there goes the 'don't do anything else' plan. But I couldn't help it. He's right here. And clearly willing. I'll stop here. All I need is a hug. That should be good enough.

"A few days ago you said you'd never see me more than a friend." His breathing was uneven. Like he was nervous. "But today, the way you looked at me, the way you talked to me? Says something completely different." He became even more ridged under my touch. I couldnt help but giggle at his demeanor. The usual cool, collected Tate was now at my mercy. And with that thought alone. Every rational thought I had was now out the door. And my want for Tate was now in control.

"Do you want me as a friend-" I said in a whisper. I began to become more bold and allowed my hands to travel. I had no clue where this confidence was coming from, but I'm hoping it stays for awhile. My hands landed over his chest and I could feel his heart thumping under my hand. While the other hand glided over his abs. "-or do you want me?" I asked.

He removed my hands off of him and turned so that he was facing me. The look in his eyes rocked me to my core. There wasnt nervousness, it was hunger in them. And it terrified me, but in a good way. In a way I wanted to explore.

A smile soon crossed his lips. He was so close that I could feel his breath. "Your treading on dangerous waters, Little owl." He said in a low tone that made my body shiver. I ignored the pounding in my head and lungs and began to move a little closer so that our bodies were flushed against each other. His arms wrapped around me quickly holding me against him.

"I like danger." I said in a whisper. "I know what I want." I said in a drunken daze.

"And what is that?" He said in a chuckle.

"You."

He seem to hesitate for a moment and then he slammed his lips against mine almost knocking the air out my lungs. Once I got my composure back I began to match his passion. His lips parted from mine and a small sound of protest came from my lips.

But it was quickly silenced when he began to make his way from my lips to my cheek, then to my neck. He stayed at my neck for a bit. Giving little nibbles and sucking certain spots. I never knew that my neck was that sensitive. He pulled away breathless.

He breathed in deep. "We can stop. I think we should stop." He said as he trailed little kisses up and down neck. My arms slowly made there way around his neck. "Do you want to stop?"

"No." He said

"Me neither." I began to nibble on his ear and a moan escaped his lips.

He swallowed hard before saying, "What if you have another att-"

Before he could finish I cut him off with a kiss. His arms tightened around me. One of his hands slowly made its way up my back gripping the back of my neck. I pulled away. "I'll be fine." Hopefully.

I guess that was all the reassurance he needed. His lips were immediately back on mine and he began guiding us over to the aprons he had laid out earlier. He picked me up and my legs immediately went around his waist. He began to take us down on the aprons. With out breaking the kiss, he laid me flat on my back.

He took his lips from mine and my grip around his neck tightened. "No. Come back." I said. I could hear him laughing above me but I could care less. I was high off him and I wanted more. He bent down and gave me a quick kiss on my lips.

He began to trail kisses all over my face. He me slowly made his way down to my neck again. And a little gasp left my lips. He grabbed one of my hands that were now on his shoulder awkwardly, and moved it above my head.

"What do want to do, Meloni?" He said breathlessly between each kiss. I was so out of it I almost didn't hear him.

"What do you mean?" I asked. My voice coming out shakily.

"What do you want to do? We can lay here kiss forever, which I'm not against, or I can show you other pleasures." He said. My ear perked at the last part. Don't get me wrong I would love to keep kissing and that's clearly the safer choice, but my curiosity and lust has taken over all the rationality I had. Besides, I might finally be able to see his tattoo.

"What other pleasures?"

I could feel his smile forming against my neck. "Just relax and I'll take care of you. Okay?" He said.

"Okay." My voice came out a lot more quiet than I intended.

"Don't be scared. I got you." He said. He quickly kissed my lips and then my chin and then he just gradually moved down til he was at my chest. He kissed each breast and the nuzzle his head between them. I couldn't hold my giggle. My hand went to the back of his head again and began to stroke. He looked up at me with a smile.

"Take off your shirt." He said softly. My hands wavered. And the nervousness began to creep back in.

"Do you want me to do it?" He asked cautiously. I nodded. He moved back up and began to kiss me again. And it was hot and sweet. Our lips finding the perfect rhythm. One of his arms went around my waist and he began to pull us up. His other hand made its way to my face and he caressed my cheek sweetly.

He then grabbed my arms that were awkwardly on his waist and moved them around his neck pulling me even closer than I was before. He refused to break from the kiss and so did I.

He began to move his hands up and down my side. Leaving a trail of fire in his wake. He stopped at the bottom of my shirt and slowly began to unbutton my shirt. I thank god I decided to where my Aaliyah button up today.

Though most of my attention was on the kiss, nervousness still creeped up my spine once he was almost done with the buttons. Then suddenly his tongue was at the entrance of my mouth. He licked my bottom lip as if he was asking for permission. And I gladly opened, and before I knew it my shirt was off and my arms were back around Tates neck.

"You are doing much better than last time." He whispered, as laid us back down on the aprons. His voice was playful and sweet and I couldn't help but giggle. "I had a good teacher. But I would love a little more practice." I said, trying my best to sound sexy.

He smirked and leaned down and place his lips on mine. He began to trail kisses down my neck and began to travel lower. Once he got to my stomach I couldn't help but laugh.

"Your ticklish?" He said looking up at me. I nodded. "That's good to know."

He made his way back up and stopped at my breast. He pulled the bra up using his teeth while one hand was supporting his weight and the other was rubbing my side. My breast were now exposed to the cold air, and I immediately felt my nipples beginning to harden.

He kissed my shoulder blade as his hand moved his way from my waist to my right breast. My body shivered at the new sensation. He began to slowly massage my breast and his kisses moved lower. He began to kiss around my nipple teasingly. It made something between my legs ache.

"Tate..." I said desperately. I knew what I wanted I was just to embarrassed to say it.

Without having to ask, his tongue began to to flick my nipple.

"Hmm." Was all I was able to say. He then put the entire breast in his mouth and began to suck. My body jerked at the sudden sensation and one of my hands began to stroke the back of his head. A low groan came from him and my hand halted.

"Don't stop. I like it." He said and continued to suckle at my breast and I continued to stroke his head. He shifted over to the other boob. He repeated the same action. His hand went up to my now soaked left nipple that was harder than before and began to flick and play with it.

I've heard people talk about how man's touch can really wake something in a woman, but I always thought the girls who really thought that were just a bunch of pick me's. I owe a lot of girls an apology, cause oh my god. The sensation was unimaginable.

I could feel my breath becoming heavier. And my heart pounding, but ignored it. I took my med so I should be fine for a little while longer. Just a little longer. Hi other hand began to make it way into my pants, and my body tensed a bit.

"NATHANIEL!" a male voice screamed from down the hall.

Me and Tate immediately froze.

"Shit!" Tate said as he pulled his hand out of my pants and began to move from on top of me and began adjusting himself.

"Get up, and make yourself presentable." He murmured to me. I was still in a bit of a daze but I did what I was told.

"Whose Nathaniel?" I asked as I began put my shirt back on. He didn't answer.

He looked me up and down and nodded his head. "Good." He bent down and began picking up the aprons.

What in the hell is going on?

A sudden knock at the door caught our attention. "Come in."

"Now I though I told you that you-" a tall handsome man walked through the door with all the swagger in the world. He wore a three piece gray suit. He had brown eyes, pink lips, and the clearest skin I had ever seen. He was like someone out of a magazine.

Though he was attractive, you could tell he was someone you didn't mess with. And clearly Tate did something to piss him off.

He looked like if Tate even said one wrong thing he'd kill him. I glanced at Tate, he seemed fine, but there was something in his eyes I couldn't place.

The man stopped mid sentence and looked between me and Tate. A beautiful smile grace his lips and his entire demeanor changed. He went from livid to calm and kind.

"Hello, and you are?" He said with a smile.

I was completely caught off guard by the sudden change in his behavior, but I tried my best not to show it. I was gonna speak but Tate spoke first.

"She's nobody. What do you want?" Tate said in a sharp tone. My heart instantly shattered at his words. 'Nobody'

The word echoed in my head. Nobody. After what we just did, I was still nobody.

The man's eyes rested on me. His gaze calculated and curious. He was assessing me. I don't know why. I'm a nobody.

I could feel my eyes begin to water but I held back the tears and allowed a small smile to grace my lips.

"Clearly, she's not a nobody if you have her up here. You don't even let-" Tate cut the man off.

"Father, what do you want?" Tate said.

my eyes widened with shock. This was Mr. Mancini?