Kylie
He turns me, and I stand there, unsure, panting, and wet. My legs almost shake in anticipation. His hands trail down the bare section, and he lifts one foot after the other, stripping off my jeans before putting my heels back on, kissing the arch of each foot. Then those kisses drag up my legs, and he must stand, because I feel his breath wafting over my face, the mint and whiskey scent making me lick my lips.
My eyes strain to see through the material, but only small pinpricks of light stream in, and I’m unable to see anything.
He loops the belt around my wrists and holds them out before me, before pulling me forward. “Trust me, Angel.”
I do. So I nod and let him lead me into the house. He directs me with instructions, but when we get to the stairs, he just effortlessly lifts m
