Chapter 25
When he grabbed the waistband of her jeans, she grabbed his wrist. “Not the pants,” she said.
He nodded and ran his hands over her body again. He trailed kisses down her neck. He unhooked the clasp of her bra and took one breast in his mouth. Her back arched and she moaned.
They touched and tasted, stroked and caressed. He tugged at the waistband of her pants again, not enough to pull them down, just enough to be a question. “I want you so bad right now,” he said. His already deep voice was husky with desire.
She scooted back, out from under him, breathing hard. He kissed her stomach as it slid by and sat up, reaching for her cheek. She nuzzled his hand and let him pull her close for another passionate kiss.
“I don’t think s*x would be a good idea,” she said, still sounding
