128 Behind Closed Doors

He wasn't pressing too hard on me, but I still found it almost impossible to breathe. All the air in the room seemed to be burning away when his tongue flicked over my earlobe, and his hand slid through my collar, teasing me with those practiced touches. His palm was scorching … Wasn't it cold just a moment ago when he helped me cool off my cheeks?

Whatever the reason, this wasn't the time to think. I threaded my fingers through his hair and nudged him lightly, making him turn to face me. "Then what are you waiting for?" I whispered and sought his lips.