I kissed him with my hand on his jaw, stroking the rough stubble there. He pulled me closer as he returned the kiss with vigor, like he couldn’t help himself despite all his previous protests. He held me there as he took control of my mouth and body, his hands roaming across my dress. When he brushed the side of my breasts, I gasped into his lips, my fingers tightening on his shirt. As his tongue teased mine, his hand cupped one breast through the fabric, tracing the spot where my n****e had already hardened.
He was hard too. I could feel it even through all our layers of clothing, and it made me press closer against him, aching for more of his touch. Maybe he would stay tonight. Maybe he would choose me.
But then he groaned and tore his mouth away. “I can’t do this, Rose.” He glanced at
