** Freya’s Point of View **
Niall slowly lowers his mouth to mine, kissing me gently. It’s like a silent question, asking if I’m sure I want this. I part my lips in answer, giving him access to deepen the kiss. His tongue brushes against my own and his hands travel down to my hips. I should probably stop him here and tell him this means nothing. That I want him now, but not forever, but I don’t.
I run my hands over his chest, exploring the contours of his body as I work my way down his abdomen to his barely contained erection that strains against the confines of his boxers. I grip him over the thin fabric, and he groans into my mouth.
“Last chance to tell me to stop,” he says into the mind link.
“Don’t stop,” I respond.
The moment I think the words at him, he moves, lifting me by m
