Matt moved to stand behind you. You didn't move. His hands were on you before you could decide if you wanted him to touch you or not. You wanted him, you decided. His palms on your hips were so warm; you could feel the heat of them through your jeans. Matt slid one hand to the front and unsnapped the top of your jeans and smoothly slid down the zipper. Your breath came faster and you closed your eyes, waiting. When he abruptly pulled his hands back, you dropped your head, caught between wanting to scream with frustration and wanting to move away from him.

You were the one who wanted to take things slow. Matt had agreed only because he cared for you and he wanted to make you happy. But whenever he came close to you, his warm musky scent invading your senses, your body began to crave him. It was getting harder and harder to resist.  He only asked you one time why you wanted to wait. Your answer was trivial and he knew you were not telling him the whole truth. But the truth would have told him too much, too soon. The truth was that you loved him from the minute you saw him. You wanted him completely even before you knew his name. The truth was that if you let him touch you before you could cage the raging fire that burned inside you when he looked at you or spoke your name, you would be lost.

You felt his hands on your shoulders and he pressed you to turn around and face him. You let him turn you but couldn't trust yourself to look into his sky blue eyes so you focused on his wild, curly hair. There was so much gray in it for a man so young but your mind had changed and now you felt it was wonderfully perfect for a young man to have salt and pepper hair. Anything else would be dreary. Loving Matt had changed you. But loving Matt scared you. His whole being troubled you the way the ocean waters troubled the shore. Being with him was both beautiful and terrifying. Your dreams had become filled with his face and his body and those vibrant compositions of your desires made it hard to look into his eyes when you were together. Could he see that yearning for him when he looked at you?

Matt moved his hands slowly down your arms and cupped your elbows, drawing you to him and you settled your arms around his waist. You felt the slight bulge from your open zipper as your hips leaned against his. He wrapped both arms around your neck and slid his hands into your hair gently, not demanding, not pushing.

"I don't want to wait, but I will." Matt's voice was soft and you knew he would do whatever you wanted but the slight tremor as he spoke gave away his true feeling. You stroked his back with your fingers and then slipped your hands to the front, reaching for his belt buckle. As you gently slid the soft leather back through the warm metal clasp, you felt a blistering heat rush through you and you pulled back and looked into Matt's' eyes. Gliding two fingers behind the top button of his jeans, you smiled and watched as his own smile grew.

"You're playing with fire, you know." You told him. You needed him to know.

"Then let's burn." He brushed his lips over yours and his warm breath fanned the flame.