The Wrong Kind Of Saving

**TRACY SCOTT** ~Day Nine

I wrapped my hands around his neck, placing my palms on both sides of his cheeks.

What am I doing?

Breaking away, I shoved him lightly, gulping down what was left of the kiss.

I got up almost immediately, pacing around the room.

He trailed behind me, his hands circling my waist, spinning me around, crushing his lips on mine all over again.

"Stop."

I struggled, my protes barely audible to my ears.

He deepened the kiss, his hands reaching my back, then moving down to my ass, he squeezed softly, I moaned straight in his mouth, my hands trailing downwards to grab his members.

I held it, stroking his length while it remained in his pants.

My self control is struggling to get free, put an end to this madness, but it's the burn at the back of my

throat and the alcohol coursing through my veins that gives me the strength to control.

This is exactly what I need to distract myself.

Soon enough, he tugged at the bottom of my strength, my cue