Chapter 17

“Come here,” he says in reply, taking your hand to help you stand. He leads you to the loveseat where he sits down and pulls you onto his lap, his arms encircling your waist possessively

You wrap an arm around his shoulders and shift into a comfortable position—two grown men on a loveseat, it’s a tight fit, but you manage to make it work. Before you can ask him again where he was, he lies you back and kisses the question from your lips, fingers fumbling with the buttons on the front of your flannel shirt. His unshaven cheeks are rough against your skin, his mouth hungry for you, and you fist your hands in his hair and meet his ardor with your own. His ragged breath is hot along your neck as he kisses around your jaw and down your throat.