I wouldn’t have thought it possible that he’d been holding back on the first kiss.
But that had just been kindling. This was the forest fire.
He grasped the back of my neck with one hand and his hip with the other, grinding his pelvis against mine as he kissed me. He was somehow gentle and rough all at once, holding his stomach away from my bump, but working a punishing rhythm alternating between biting my lips and exploring my tongue with his.
It was already driving me wild.
I grabbed his hips roughly and pulled him closer. I had to feel him, but it was hard with all the layers of fabric.
He pulled back, seeming to be thinking the same thing.
He reached around me to put his hands at the top of my zipper and raised an eyebrow.
“May I?”
I didn’t answer, instead lowering my h
