Longing

         He
reached up under my shirt, his hands warm against my skin, he felt my stomach
and then went up towards my breasts, which were harnessed by a bra. He waited
for me to continue. I took my shirt off over my head and he stared. I liked the
look in his eyes, a longing, something I hadn’t seen. I’d seen lust, and a lot
of other things, but not longing. I didn’t think the look would stay or change
our status.





Boy in a Band--an erotic romance novel                       Lisa Loomis                  On Amazon