Jiya herself pulled him closer and claimed his lips, kissing, sucking and devouring his lips. She was kissing him like a wildcat and he was enjoying it. If oxygen wasn't necessary then they would never have broken the kiss.
But his lips never left her skin. He left a blazing trail of kisses over her collar bone and shoulders, moving through her neck. He took some flesh of her neck between his teeth, giving her a love bite and making her moan, then reaching her jaw line, cheek before they kissed again and this time with higher intensity and passion.
Instincts made his hand travel down to the hem of her top and lift it above, through her head and tossed it away. She raised her hands to help him. She undid his shirt buttons, so that it lay hanging by his side, after which her fingers worked
