He heard the door open and close softly and turned around. There she stood, bathed in candlelight, looking at him just as hungry as he was looking at her. They both rushed to meet in the middle of the room. He met her with a fevered kiss, his hands touching her face and pulled her body tightly to his. She put her arms around his and broke the kiss. He turned her around and put an arm around her midsection and placed a soft kiss on her shoulder and he slid down the strap of her dress. He kissed up her neck to her ear and nibbled on her lobe as he untied the ribbons on the front of her bodice. The intrusive garment fell down around her feet and she kicked it away, raising her arms up and putting them around his neck. He gazed down at her heaving breasts and ran his hand up her stomach. He cupped one; almost feeling it swell in his hand and quickly grazed his thumb over her nipple. She gasped in his ear as the other hand moved down and went inside her silk panties, down passed the soft hair and cupped her region. She rocked her hips over his hand, begging for more. He jerked her panties down and let them fall into the floor. He turned her back around to face him and kissed her. She met his lips and tongue with a kiss equally as fervent and silently begged him to take her. He broke the kiss to pick her up in his arms and carry her across the room to the bed. He laid her down and touched her face before he continued the attention on her mouth.

He ran his hand up the outside of her thigh as he continued to kiss her. Their tongues danced to the beat of their excited hearts, both afraid to let the other’s mouth go. It all seemed like a dream. How can two people possibly love each other this much? He moved his mouth away to kiss her face and down her neck. His lips explored the curve and hallow of her throat as his hands explored her heated body.

She arched to him, her legs rubbing his and her hands in his hair, begging, needing, more and more. Never getting enough of his touch, his kiss, the feel of his heart beating on top of hers. He lifted his head to look down at her and took her mouth over again. She reached down, putting her fingers in the waistband of his silk pants and pulled them down. He moved, helping her get them off. He kicked them into the floor and positioned himself between her thighs. He kissed her again, not wanting to push inside of her just yet. He could kiss her for hours like this.

They knew it was wrong. They tried to stop, to just stay away from each other, but they couldn’t. Their bodies ached for each other. Their skin tingled at the sight of each other. They knew it was useless to try to stop. They were in too deep, too much in love with each other. They never spoke the words. They let their bodies say how they feel.

His lips never left hers as he slowly pushed inside of her. She let his lips go and inhaled a deep breath, clinging to him, desperate for him. Only he could make her feel like this, impassioned, wanton, needy. She silently begged him with her eyes. He kissed her again, throbbing inside of her and started moving.

She clamped her legs around him, her fingers digging into this skin and moaned silently as he moved slowly and kissed her. She softly whimpered, writhing under him. He started moving faster, his face buried in her neck. He left her walls tighten around him suddenly and with a quick jerk of his hips, he emptied his passion into her. He smiled, touching her face and kissed her before rolling off. She turned on her side and cuddled into him.

They lay there for hours in each other’s arms, talking, kissing, and just being together. They would often talk of running away. He had this wild dream of them assuming new identities and living in Europe so they wouldn’t have to hide anymore. They knew it was all just talk; that they couldn’t just run away.

She slipped out from under the sheets. He asked where she’s going. She said she has a plane to catch. He looked at her sadly and begged her to stay a while longer. She smiled softly and looked at the clock. She nodded. Maybe just a little while longer. He opened his arms and she laid back down in them. He kissed her, willing his tears to not surface. She pulled back and looked at him with sadness. It was always the same. Make love, talk, make wild plans that could never be and both try not to cry at the thought of one of them having to go. She pulled his lips down to hers again and clung to him.

He made love to her again, this time with the desperation and love he felt in his heart. He loved this woman and she loved him, but they both knew it was futile, that it could never be.

He watched his secret lover dress with tears sprinkling his eyes. She didn’t look at him. She couldn’t without her own eyes filling. Without a word, she walked out the door.

He shot up, went to the door and violently opened it.

“Lisa!” he called out.

Lisa Moretti turned on her heel and looked at him with a sad smile. Chris Jericho matched her smile and without another word, he closed the door and leaned on it.

Lisa walked on and pulled her phone out of her purse. “Hey hon,” she said when her husband answered her call.

“How did the shoot go?” Adam asked.

“Just fine,” Lisa said, walking on.

Chris picked up the hotel room phone. “Hey baby,” he said.

“Hey yourself,” Trish said. “You just now making it back from the studio?”

“Yeah, we pulled an all-nighter,” Chris said and continued talking to his wife, but his mind drifted back to the woman who had just left his hotel room and their stolen night together. Listening to Trish talk, he wanted to scream out he didn’t love her anymore, but he couldn’t. He couldn’t hurt her that way, so his love for Lisa would just have remain entrenched in his soul and insatiable.

Insatiable sung by Darren Hayes