he’s going to do next. He leans forward, bracing his hands on my shoulders, and it takes everything in me to not claim his mouth first. I made the last move so now it’s his turn. I need to know if he actually wants this as much as I do. His eyes are heated, taking in every inch of my face before he leans forward even more and brushes his lips against mine. It’s an experimental kiss, a light feathering of mouths that has me clenching his thighs. I desperately want to flip him over on this couch. I wonder if he’d fight me like he did in the woods? Goddamn, that was hot as hell.
