My lips part in response, inviting him in. His hand slides from my cheek into my hair and grips the back of my head while his other arm wraps around my waist, pulling me closer to him. His touch is like fire to every part of my body. Never has anyone held me like this. It’s like I can taste and feel his desire. His hand slips under my shirt and up my back, unclasping my bra as if he’s done it a thousand times, which makes me tense up a bit as I wonder how many girls he’s been with. But my mind doesn’t stay on that thought for long because his lips leave mine, trailing down my neck as he cups my breast. I grab his sides and pull him closer as he buries his head in my neck. He’s found my weakness. The spot on my neck that makes me melt and want to jump out of my skin at the same time. A moan escapes my lips, and Darren pulls away. No. I want his lips back. “What are you doing? Why did you stop?” I ask, searching his eyes with mine.
