Billy was kissing her now, having her pressed harshly up against the wall behind her while their lips met. He'd wanted to do this since he first laid his eyes upon her, leaning against Harrington's car while his pulled up, but now he could not think of a single thing he wanted to do less. The second his lips met hers he knew he was fucked. Panic had already filled him but he couldnt stop himself. Not now, not ever. Not with her. He knew he was in trouble. She was beyond anything he'd ever dealt with before, and kissing her would probably be his worst mistake because her lips were addicting. She was addicting. He knew now that no one else would ever give him what he felt for her. So what was he supposed to do? He wanted to pull away and run from her, to keep whatever he had of himself before meeting her. He wanted to be able to enjoy another womans presence without having her plague his mind. That's why he kissed her in the first place, but that simple mistake would ensure that he never left his thoughts. So instead, he savoured her lips against his, relishing every moment, never wanting it to end.