Jessica
He groaned in the back of his throat and then began kissing me again. I arched my back, desperate for more. Suddenly, he lifted me up and into his arms, carrying me over to the sectional. Then he sat down, with me on his lap, facing him.
“We can stop. If you want,” he said, although his eyes burned with frustrated need.
In answer, I leaned down and began kissing him again. I wasn’t sure what was happening between us, but I didn’t want to stop it. Not yet, anyway.
Jordan slid one hand into my hair and caressed my shoulder blade with the other.
I slid my hands along his chest, reveling in the hard planes of his muscles. Wanting to get closer, I pulled his T-shirt out from his jeans and slid my hands under it, running the palms of my hands along his smooth, warm skin.
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