Andrews 15 Two of a Kind . At first it seemed that all he would do is gaze upon me, feast with his eyes and then wrap me up again and run out. I anticipated it. I held my breath. Was it wrong for me to study his face while he looked at me? I was fascinated with how he reacted to me, to the power I seem to have over him. I could almost see the struggle inside him to look but not touch. "I've never been like this with any other girl," he said in a hoarse whisper. "You could have fooled me," I told him and then quicky smiled. He lowered himself to kiss me again, to kiss my breasts and then gently lowered the side of his head to my body, just under my breasts. "I can hear your heart pounding," he said. "I can, too." He kissed my stomach and I held my breath, waiting to see where he would bring his lips next, but he closed his eyes and turned over instead to lie beside me and look up at the ceiling. A part of me was disappointed, and a part of me was filled with curiosity. How could he pause, be so controlled?
