WARNING: MATURE CONTENT
He was standing so close I could feel his warm breath on the top of my head. His scent was making my legs tremble and my stomach was doing some gymnastics routine, by the feel of it.
He made no effort to move back and give me some space. Forming the words in my head I looked up at him, ready to demand my personal space but as soon as my eyes locked on to his, I couldn't talk or move. I could feel my instincts taking over and my body was screaming out to me to hand over control.
His fingers traced the length of my arm, sending tingles down my spine. His touch was so soft and gentle, it was like he was struggling to control what his body was doing. A surge of heat pulsed through my body as his hand moved slowly past my shoulder and touched the soft flesh of my nec
