I could tell he was fighting to stop himself. The way his mouth dragged against mine, hungry and desperate, only to soften a moment later. And then he'd stop kissing me, and when my hands would touch his face, he would pull me closer to his body again, making me breathless.
"I won't regret this." I said against his mouth, trying to encourage him.
Between my legs ached, and I felt a pressure there I hadn't felt in a long time.
I may be a virgin, but I knew what I wanted. I'd read enough romance novels growing up. But more than that, there had been a boy from school who had touched me down there once.
I was sixteen then.
I couldn't help wondering how it would feel if Christian touched me there…
"Alora, you're not thinking straight."
I frowned, a little hurt and embarrassed. Was I getting rejected right now?
"Why does it matter if I'll regret it later. Does it matter to you even if I hate you?" I said, my tone light with an almost playful air.
