the backs of his fingers grazing my cheek. I closed my eyes, sighing softly. It felt so good to be touched, and the instant his skin made contact with mine, it felt so right.
“I can’t believe some guy didn’t sweep you off your feet by now,” he muttered softly, running his fingers up and down and sending scorching heat throughout my body. How was it possible that he made me feel that way just by stroking my cheek?
I didn’t have long to think about it because then his face was so close to mine, and he was uncurling his fingers to pull my face to his, and I went with it. I handed myself over to him without thinking, without speaking. I wanted it as much as he did. No, I needed it.
He kissed me gently. So gently. And yet fire flowed through my veins at the slightest touch of his lips. My hands curled into fists. I wanted so badly to touch him, grasp him, claw him. But I had to hold back. I didn’t want to go too far, too fast. I was still terrified of how far he’d want to go, what he’d want me to do for him.
I closed my eyes, allowing myself to sink into the feeling of the kiss as his lips pressed a little harder than before. They were firm yet soft. He moved them against mine, then opened them slightly. I shivered when the tip of his tongue touched me. I opened my mouth, and his tongue slid through to touch mine.
I sighed, leaning against him. It was like melting, letting him overcome me. I sat so still while his mouth moved against mine, absorbing the sensations as they raced through my body. The warmth between my legs turned to a heat I couldn’t control—it almost hurt. I groaned, wrapping my arms around his neck without thinking.
He ran light fingertips down my throat as we kissed, and I shivered. Goosebumps rose in his wake. He reached my chest, then dipped into my cleavage. I moaned this time, his mouth still against mine. I thought I felt him chuckle, and my skin burned with passion and embarrassment. I was sure he was laughing at me for getting so hot, so fast. I couldn’t help it. It wasn’t that I’d never made out before. He just had that effect on me.
His other hand moved up and down my back, stroking gently. Everything he did was so gentle, the opposite of what I had expected. It was like he was trying to calm me, get me ready for what was to come. In the back of my mind I appreciated it. He wasn’t just plowing me, the way Mac put it.
And I was ready, no doubt, wetter than I could ever remember being. I wanted him desperately. I crushed my mouth to his, pulling him closer to me, groaning. I needed to show him how ready I was. He didn’t need to be so careful and gentle. Something else had been unleashed, something primal and instinctual. I needed him to take me and make me his, if only for one night.
He broke the kiss with a reluctant sigh. “Are you sure you’re ready?” he asked, his blue eyes searching mine. I could have drowned in them.
“Yes. I want you,” I whispered raggedly.
“Then I think we should take this upstairs,” he said, rising to his feet. He held out a hand for me, and for a split second the voice of reason in the back of my head asked if this was really what I wanted to do. It wasn’t as though I was legally bound to do anything. I could go home if I wanted to.
Then I looked up at him, and the raw lust on his face told me I didn’t want to. I wanted to see where he would take me.
Chapter Seven
He led me upstairs to his bedroom, and I was relieved to see that it was much neater than the rest of the house. The bed was even made. How odd—normally it was the other way around, with the living area being neat while the bedroom, which few people saw, was left messy.
Maybe lots of people see his bedroom , a voice in my head reminded me. I tried to shake it off. The last thing I needed was even more nervousness. I was already worked up enough.
But I wanted him. Over all the
“I can’t believe some guy didn’t sweep you off your feet by now,” he muttered softly, running his fingers up and down and sending scorching heat throughout my body. How was it possible that he made me feel that way just by stroking my cheek?
I didn’t have long to think about it because then his face was so close to mine, and he was uncurling his fingers to pull my face to his, and I went with it. I handed myself over to him without thinking, without speaking. I wanted it as much as he did. No, I needed it.
He kissed me gently. So gently. And yet fire flowed through my veins at the slightest touch of his lips. My hands curled into fists. I wanted so badly to touch him, grasp him, claw him. But I had to hold back. I didn’t want to go too far, too fast. I was still terrified of how far he’d want to go, what he’d want me to do for him.
I closed my eyes, allowing myself to sink into the feeling of the kiss as his lips pressed a little harder than before. They were firm yet soft. He moved them against mine, then opened them slightly. I shivered when the tip of his tongue touched me. I opened my mouth, and his tongue slid through to touch mine.
I sighed, leaning against him. It was like melting, letting him overcome me. I sat so still while his mouth moved against mine, absorbing the sensations as they raced through my body. The warmth between my legs turned to a heat I couldn’t control—it almost hurt. I groaned, wrapping my arms around his neck without thinking.
He ran light fingertips down my throat as we kissed, and I shivered. Goosebumps rose in his wake. He reached my chest, then dipped into my cleavage. I moaned this time, his mouth still against mine. I thought I felt him chuckle, and my skin burned with passion and embarrassment. I was sure he was laughing at me for getting so hot, so fast. I couldn’t help it. It wasn’t that I’d never made out before. He just had that effect on me.
His other hand moved up and down my back, stroking gently. Everything he did was so gentle, the opposite of what I had expected. It was like he was trying to calm me, get me ready for what was to come. In the back of my mind I appreciated it. He wasn’t just plowing me, the way Mac put it.
And I was ready, no doubt, wetter than I could ever remember being. I wanted him desperately. I crushed my mouth to his, pulling him closer to me, groaning. I needed to show him how ready I was. He didn’t need to be so careful and gentle. Something else had been unleashed, something primal and instinctual. I needed him to take me and make me his, if only for one night.
He broke the kiss with a reluctant sigh. “Are you sure you’re ready?” he asked, his blue eyes searching mine. I could have drowned in them.
“Yes. I want you,” I whispered raggedly.
“Then I think we should take this upstairs,” he said, rising to his feet. He held out a hand for me, and for a split second the voice of reason in the back of my head asked if this was really what I wanted to do. It wasn’t as though I was legally bound to do anything. I could go home if I wanted to.
Then I looked up at him, and the raw lust on his face told me I didn’t want to. I wanted to see where he would take me.
Chapter Seven
He led me upstairs to his bedroom, and I was relieved to see that it was much neater than the rest of the house. The bed was even made. How odd—normally it was the other way around, with the living area being neat while the bedroom, which few people saw, was left messy.
Maybe lots of people see his bedroom , a voice in my head reminded me. I tried to shake it off. The last thing I needed was even more nervousness. I was already worked up enough.
But I wanted him. Over all the
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