together. His hands roamed my body, over my arms and up my neck until he cupped my face in one of them, the other still at the small of my back holding me to him.
I sighed, unable to contain myself, his touch was turning me on, and I just couldn’t keep it in. I slipped my hands up and wrapped my arms around his neck and laced my fingers in his wild hair.
“What,” he whispered into my kiss.
I breathed out and smiled. This whole thing was throwing me off a little. Being here in Andrew’s apartment, Andrew’s hands laced in my hair, Andrew kissing me. His face remained close to mine as he waited with bated breath for my response to the reason why I’d stopped kissing him. My hands traveled down his strong arms and settled on his chest. I looked down at them and rested my forehead against his lips and he kissed me there.
I took a deep breath in and closed my eyes. The familiar scent of vanilla and cinnamon with a hint of lavender and peppermint filled my senses. There was a calming sense about it that made me smile into Andrew’s chest. I opened my eyes and looked past him into his basement apartment.
“What?” Andrew asked again.
I didn’t dare tell him I was picturing us naked on the red leather couch. Me on top, he with his arms hooked over the back of my shoulders, our mouths interlocked in a passionate kiss.
“I just like the way you touch me,” I whispered and pulled his arms tighter around me.
“Well, I like touching you,” he said.
He skimmed his hands up and down my arms, then wrapped his arms around my waist, pulling my hips to meet his. He took my mouth in his again, his lips covered mine, his tongue swiped lazily against mine, he was teasing me. His tongue flicked swiftly under mine and sent a shiver down my spine. I may have moaned. Andrew responded by squeezing my sides and pulling me closer if that was possible.
I cupped his face in my hands then reached around and tangled my fingers in his desperately unruly hair. I stepped up on my toes in a vain attempt at deepening our kiss. Vain, because I didn’t think we could get any closer.
Andrew’s fingers played with the hem of my shirt gently, before he slipped his hands underneath and pressed them against my skin. Sparks flew from where he touched my bare skin and I barely noticed when he pulled my shirt over my head, except that he had to break our kiss to do it. I released his hair and fumbled my fingers down the buttons of his shirt. The thought that we were about to be topless together barely crossed my mind. Once the buttons were open, my hands met his bare chest with the same electricity his hands had done to me.
Our mouths clashed again as Andrew walked me backwards to the red couch. My thoughts were about to become reality as I fiddled with his belt while he expertly unbuttoned, unzipped, and slid my pants down over my ass. When I still hadn’t removed the belt he took over and removed his pants and boxers effortlessly. I took a second to realize that Andrew was standing naked in front of me, my face inches from his.
“Um.” God, couldn’t I say anything else besides that?
“Are you okay?” he asked.
I heaved a single laugh and backed up a half of a step. I was fine. Andrew willingly took his clothes off for me and all I could do was say um and gawk at his bare chest.
“Jenna?” he questioned.
I realized I hadn’t said anything for at least a minute, maybe longer.
“Yeah,” I said quickly. I flicked my eyes to his abs when he leaned down to grab his clothes.
“I’m sorry. This was too much too fast.” His voice was slow and deep. He backed away like he was backing away from a tiger about to strike.
“No, I’m sorry. It’s not,” I shook my head. “It is. It’s just, you’re gorgeous, and I’ve thought about this a lot.” My voice trailed off.
“Is it not what you thought it would be?” Andrew said. He had his boxers back on and was sliding his pants back up his legs. His shirt was on, but still
I sighed, unable to contain myself, his touch was turning me on, and I just couldn’t keep it in. I slipped my hands up and wrapped my arms around his neck and laced my fingers in his wild hair.
“What,” he whispered into my kiss.
I breathed out and smiled. This whole thing was throwing me off a little. Being here in Andrew’s apartment, Andrew’s hands laced in my hair, Andrew kissing me. His face remained close to mine as he waited with bated breath for my response to the reason why I’d stopped kissing him. My hands traveled down his strong arms and settled on his chest. I looked down at them and rested my forehead against his lips and he kissed me there.
I took a deep breath in and closed my eyes. The familiar scent of vanilla and cinnamon with a hint of lavender and peppermint filled my senses. There was a calming sense about it that made me smile into Andrew’s chest. I opened my eyes and looked past him into his basement apartment.
“What?” Andrew asked again.
I didn’t dare tell him I was picturing us naked on the red leather couch. Me on top, he with his arms hooked over the back of my shoulders, our mouths interlocked in a passionate kiss.
“I just like the way you touch me,” I whispered and pulled his arms tighter around me.
“Well, I like touching you,” he said.
He skimmed his hands up and down my arms, then wrapped his arms around my waist, pulling my hips to meet his. He took my mouth in his again, his lips covered mine, his tongue swiped lazily against mine, he was teasing me. His tongue flicked swiftly under mine and sent a shiver down my spine. I may have moaned. Andrew responded by squeezing my sides and pulling me closer if that was possible.
I cupped his face in my hands then reached around and tangled my fingers in his desperately unruly hair. I stepped up on my toes in a vain attempt at deepening our kiss. Vain, because I didn’t think we could get any closer.
Andrew’s fingers played with the hem of my shirt gently, before he slipped his hands underneath and pressed them against my skin. Sparks flew from where he touched my bare skin and I barely noticed when he pulled my shirt over my head, except that he had to break our kiss to do it. I released his hair and fumbled my fingers down the buttons of his shirt. The thought that we were about to be topless together barely crossed my mind. Once the buttons were open, my hands met his bare chest with the same electricity his hands had done to me.
Our mouths clashed again as Andrew walked me backwards to the red couch. My thoughts were about to become reality as I fiddled with his belt while he expertly unbuttoned, unzipped, and slid my pants down over my ass. When I still hadn’t removed the belt he took over and removed his pants and boxers effortlessly. I took a second to realize that Andrew was standing naked in front of me, my face inches from his.
“Um.” God, couldn’t I say anything else besides that?
“Are you okay?” he asked.
I heaved a single laugh and backed up a half of a step. I was fine. Andrew willingly took his clothes off for me and all I could do was say um and gawk at his bare chest.
“Jenna?” he questioned.
I realized I hadn’t said anything for at least a minute, maybe longer.
“Yeah,” I said quickly. I flicked my eyes to his abs when he leaned down to grab his clothes.
“I’m sorry. This was too much too fast.” His voice was slow and deep. He backed away like he was backing away from a tiger about to strike.
“No, I’m sorry. It’s not,” I shook my head. “It is. It’s just, you’re gorgeous, and I’ve thought about this a lot.” My voice trailed off.
“Is it not what you thought it would be?” Andrew said. He had his boxers back on and was sliding his pants back up his legs. His shirt was on, but still
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