The moment our lips found each other all hesitation and rational-thinking flew out the window. Gone was our control, instinct had taken over entirely.

His lips were rough, hard, as they met mine forcefully. His hands were immediately on my neck, wrapping around and knotting his fingers into my thick curls.

My veins were throbbing and my heart was exploding, nothing had even made me feel this alive. Every sense of mine was heightened as our lips fought for control of the kiss.

I could feel the hair on the back of my neck and arms standing up, my stomach twisting and turning as my hands held his face to mine.

My hand on his cheek travelled up to his hair, my fingers tangling themselves in the hair I so often had the urge to run my fingers threw. Finally I could. I used my hand in his hair to pull his head backwards slightly.

My lips fought over his for dominance, my head moving to deepen the kiss- not questioning my own actions. I could feel all my anger translated threw my lips and I knew his understood it. His fought back just as hard, his hands tugging my hair every time I became too overwhelming.

Overcome with lust, passion and anger my lips pulled back only slightly for a quick breath. It wasn't long enough to gain control of myself, but it was just enough to catch a glimpse of his lips.

I watch his lips transform into a sly smile. I didn't need to look up to see his eyes mirroring the action, and immediately my lips were pulled up into a smile too.

In the brief moment being separated from him, my lips felt empty and hungry to feel his once again. So the second the smile spread over my lips I couldn't help but reach to him again.

This kiss was no different, full of passion and anger as our lips just rushed against each others.

My other hand grabbed onto his arm, digging into his muscle as he began to push me backwards.

His lips were overwhelming, volatile.

I felt my back push up against something, a tree, as his body held me captive there.

My hand travelled up his side to his face, pulling his torso flush against me- I didn't want there to be any space between the two of us.

Occasionally we pulled apart for quick inhales of air but nothing could stop our lips from finding each others again.

They were hungry for each other, they were feverish when they met. And the way it was making me feel was completely foreign.

"I hate you so much." I mumbled.

"I hate you more." He whispered against my lips, his hands coming to the sides of my face and holding me to him. Our chests heaved together, our slight pants mixing in the air as we attempted to gain control of ourselves.

Our lips brushed slightly, neither of trying to close the distance this time. Our noses also brushed as our foreheads pressed against each others.

I could feel his breaths on my lips, the previously wet bottom lip burning every time I felt his lips fluttering over it.

For the first time since it started I finally looked into his eyes and I could see everything that was churning at my stomach mirrored back at me. The anger and rage I felt in his presence was amplified, the feeling of his hungry lips sending me wild.

I'd always heard there was a thin line between love and hate and we'd definitely been dancing on that line, letting the lust confuse all of our senses.

Stood there with his breaths fanning over my face, my brain pleaded my eyes to not give away what I was thinking. I didn't need him to see the effect he had just had on me, because I didn't even quiet understand it just yet.

This feeling in me, like I was all tied up in knots and was thirsty for more- was a feeling that I didn't feel comfortable with.

I wasn't in control. I was never in control when I was with Jesse.

His hands slowly began to drop from the sides of my neck, his eyes showing me just how hard it was for him to not pull me back to him.

I could see a fire in his eyes, a fire that was slowly burning out the longer he stared at me.

I could see confusion shielded behind that fire, I could see anger and rage as well. I wasn't the only one that was torn between punching him in the face or kissing those luscious lips again.

"We should probably head back." His words catching me by surprise, but I could tell that he didn't mean it. It was no louder than a hushed whisper, his tone suggestive.

He didn't back away from me though, he made no effort to be the first to go back to everyone. Instead his chest remained pressed firmly up against mine as his lips began to slowly move forward again.

His lips faintly brushed over mine and I could feel the hunger returning, there would be no stopping it.

"We definitely should." I whispered to his lips, my head unconsciously raising to his lips level.

The air was thick again, but the buzz was different- there was no rush.

The suspense was burning, our lips inching closer and closer to each other as Jesse and I just stared at each other- searching for answers.

"Let's go then." He whispered, but we both knew that we weren't going anywhere. His hands were dancing over my hips, tickling my sides- a small move that was sending my heart wild.

"Fine."

I didn't even get to finish my word before I was silenced by his lips.

This kiss was different, we weren't rushing to dominate- instead it was a slow burn.

Our lips moved slowly, passionately yet gentle. There was no rush as my hands grabbed the sides of his face, deepening the kiss the best I could.

I felt his hands go around my waste and drag up so that his arms were pressed up near my shoulder blades. This move brought me up, , my chest right under his neck.

I liked this position.

Our heads continued to work from side to side, our lips dancing with each other's carefully.

It was intoxicating; his lips took my mind off everything else around me. It was until his arms let me down that I felt the tree behind me again.

My hands were at his chin at behind his head, his were on my neck again. Our lips moved together like they were one, like they were designed just to be brought together like this.

He tasted so good, like wood and musk even if occasionally I could taste the blood that was scabbed onto his lips.

The more I got of him the more I wanted, I had no say over what my mind and body was telling me what to do.

His hands were dancing all around me, attempting to claw at me and pull me closer- to deepen the kiss but at this stage we couldn't get any closer.

It was turning sloppy again, less controlled and more hungry. Neither of us were complaining.

His fingers playing around near the hem of my shirt and my stomach all but did a flip. I could sense his hesitation, could feel his hands paused for just a moment too long.

My hand dropped down grab his, with his hand in mine I grabbed onto my shirt and began to pull up for him.

He got the point, brushing my hand aside as he instead reached for my jacket. He pushed the sleeves off my shoulder in a hurry, I helped him rip it from my body before he reached back for my shirt.

My fingers in his hair were digging in, the excitement overwhelming me further. I could feel the anticipation radiating between us.

There was no way that I was going to stop this from going further, his fingers were burning every inch of my skin that he touched. His lips were exhausting me, but getting me drunk on all of him. I would never get enough of this feeling.

But I didn't have a say in the matter, and neither did Jesse. Because in just that moment, as my shirt was pulled up to reveal my bra a voice broke us out of our bliss.

"Jesse, Dru, Dinner will be gone if you don't come now." Immediately Jesse dropped my shirt, our lips snapping apart from each other mid kiss.

His eyes bore into mine, shinning with disappointment that was now clouding over the lust and hunger.

I couldn't help but release a loud sigh of annoyance, as I tried to ignore the bare feeling I felt as he began to back up away from me.

"I hope you guys didn't kill each other in there." The voice was closer, it evoke a echo of laughs from behind them.

I was still stood with my back against the tree, my head fallen backwards in frustration. I couldn't even attempt to hide how much I wanted to continue. I could see it in his eyes that he felt the same way.

He handed my jacket out to me, a smirk playing on his lips when he recognised the effect on me he'd had.

When my hand grabbed onto the jacket he pulled I to him, taking me with him as I was prepared for it.

I also wasn't prepared for the quick kiss he pressed to my lips.

It was quick, he was gone before I could even process what had just happened.

When he pulled away he had already turned around, ready to face whoever it was that had interrupted us.

"We'll finish this later." I mumbled, walking out of the med area, making sure that my shoulder brushed past him as I spoke.

I didn't have to see him to see the large smile that was over his lips. I knew that because there was an identical one on my lips.

What had we just done?