She shivers again, a full-body tremor this time, her eyes fluttering closed.
I can give her this.
Even if it means denying my own nature for a little while and risking her never being in bed with me again if this is the path she decides to go down.
But if there’s even a chance…
I lean in, capturing her lips in another kiss.
This one is different.
Not hesitant or unsure.
It’s firm, confident, a silent promise that I’m here, that I’m not going anywhere.
She melts against me, a soft sigh escaping her lips as she opens for me, her tongue meeting mine in a slow, sensual dance.
My hand slides from her jaw to the back of her neck, my fingers tangling in her hair, holding her in place as I deepen the kiss, taking control in a way that’s subtle but undeniable.
Her other arm comes up to wrap around my shoulders, her body pressing flush against mine.
The duvet is still between us, a frustrating barrier, but I can feel the heat of her, the soft curves of her body, the frantic beat of her heart against my chest.
My cock, a hard, heavy ache, presses against my boxer briefs and throbs with a need so intense it's almost painful.
I want to be inside her.
I want to feel her wrapped around me, hot and tight and wet.
I shift the duvet with my free hand, my knuckles brushing against the warm, smooth skin of her stomach, as I pull it from between us.
She gasps against my mouth, a sharp, ragged sound, as the cool air hits her skin.
But she doesn't pull away.
She leans into my touch, her body arching, a silent plea for more.
My hand flattens against her stomach, my thumb tracing small, lazy circles over her skin, getting closer and closer to the waistband of her shorts.
Her breathing hitches.
Her kiss becomes more desperate, more demanding.
I bite back the triumphant curve of my lips and keep at the same maddening pace.
Slow.
Teasing.
Waiting for her to make the next move.
Waiting for her to break.
My fingers dip below the waistband of her shorts, my knuckles brushing against the sensitive skin between her legs.
She’s so wet.
I can feel the heat of her, the slick evidence of her arousal, and it’s all I can do not to slide my fingers inside her right then and there.
