Chapter 3: Rising Action
The trap door to the world of unbridled, carnal pleasure yawned jaggedly before them, an invitation too enticing for either Addie or Bret to resist. A heavy veil of silence draped over the room, whispering only the thrum of their racing hearts as they luxuriated in the electrifying tension that had been simmering between them all evening.
It was an exceptionally potent brew, this combustible cocktail of unspoken attraction and suppressed desire.
Addie found herself standing before Bret, her heart fluttering nervously in her chest as a thousand possible conversations flitted through her mind like unruly fireflies.
"You've been looking at me all evening," Bret said, a wry, almost bemused smile playing upon his lips. Addie could do nothing more than nod, her voice inexplicably failing her, her mind a haze of desire and self-doubt.
Bret stepped toward her, his footsteps slow and deliberate, as if approach toward her was a sacred rate of passage.
His inky black eyes bored into her fiery gaze, holding her prisoner in the amber-hued fortress of her longing.
"Bret," she whispered, his name slipping easily from her trembling lips. Her hands rose hesitantly to rest upon his chest, the solid slabs of his muscles rippling slightly beneath her deft fingers. His skin was like velvet, a soft caress against her rougher hands, coarse palms, and roughened fingertips.
The sweat glistening on their bodies served as a physical manifestation of their desire for one another, and the scent of sweat and desire filled Addie's senses, increasing her wanton longing.
Bret's head dipped lower, his tantalizing lips brushing against the tender, exposed flesh of her slender neck. With every feather-light kiss, he traced a searing fire along the length of her spine, eliciting a low, keening moan from Addie's throat.
Her knees threatened to buckle, leaving her even more reliant upon him to support her, just as their bodies were becoming increasingly entwined with every unsteadying, feverish touch.
Bret's strong arms stretched out behind her, gripping her hips tightly, tracing the voluptuous curves of her figure, loving every moment within which his strong fingers could explore the delicate softness of her body.
Addie gasped softly, her breaths quick, uneven, tumbling out of her in ragged, messy intervals, as Bret began to kiss her passionately, licking and sucking at her lips, his tongue parting the soft flesh, exploring the heat and silky softness contained within. Their hands fumbled at their respective uniforms, quickly undoing the claps and buttons that kept them at bay. Blouses and pants hit the ground, discarded like the trash they were, as the desire within them trumped even the cleanliness of their uniforms.
Addie stepped out of her uniform, the heat of the sun-scorched desert and her own longing warming her skin. Her underwear followed suit, leaving her in nothing but a matching beige bra.
Bret stared at her as if mesmerized, his eyes drifting from her fiery gaze to explore every curve and bare inch of her body. His hands left the smoothness of her hips and slipped reverently up her sides, causing her breath to hitch and her pulse to quicken.