Ellie
His lips were like velvet against mine, his kiss demanding yet soft. His hands went to my waist, holding me still as he deepened the kiss. His tongue traced my lower lip, asking for entrance, and when I parted my lips to give it to him, a low growl escaped his throat.
His hands moved up, skimming over the fabric of my gown until they cupped my breasts. The touch was electrifying, making me gasp against his mouth.
Suddenly he was pulling away, breaking our kiss abruptly. There was a different look in his eyes now, a fierce determination that made my insides flutter.
"I won't touch you until you're ready," he said, his voice hoarse with desire. "But I can't promise I won't kiss you."
"Like I would let you. This was a mistake," I said breathlessly.
"Was it?" He looked at me, his eyes darker than ever before. I swallowed, feeling a lump in my throat.
"I think so," I said, my voice weak.