(Kendall)
I didn’t stop him when he kissed me again. I didn’t want to. His lips were warm, and the way he touched me made everything else fade. I slid my arms around his neck, holding him close, not caring about anything else but him. He brushed his thumb over my waist, and I shivered, leaning into him more.
He pulled back just enough to look at me. “Are you okay?”
I nodded. “Yeah. I want you.”
That was all it took. He kissed me harder, and I opened up for him, letting him in. My hands moved down his back, feeling his body pressed against me. He moved over me slowly, careful, like he always was, but I could feel how much he wanted me.
I tugged at his shirt until he pulled it over his head, tossing it aside. I ran my hands over his chest, warm under my palms, and he groaned against my
