“I really want to kiss you properly. Remember what that’s like. You have no idea how much I have held back from doing this for the past hour. You’re crazy sexy in this dress.” He utters it softly, so his words tickle my lips, and I instinctively suck in my bottom one to bite it. A nervous habit I picked up along the past two years, realizing a little too late that it’s a significant turn-on for him, and he leans in and kisses me again.
I see it coming this time, and even though it gives me a chance to stop it or escape, I don’t move. Holding still and watching him with the huge doe eyes of a scared animal. He angles in slowly, so our lips graze, erupting all kinds of shivers and tingles inside of me, and his warm breath makes me goosebump all over. A soft meeting with much less haste and
