Iris:
I lifted my eyes to look at him, still confused and unsure what we were doing and where this moment would lead.
His hand slipped from my waist to my lower back, rubbing my body.
The warmth of his touch made me swallow my breath right in front of him.
He leaned down and placed his lips against my throat, following the movement of my gulp as he trailed down toward the line of my neckline.
I did not move. My hands felt pinned to the wall. I did not even use them to push him away.
In fact, I could not help but wonder when my fingers would brush through his hair again.
He began to lick my collarbone, his hands gripping my slender waist and massaging my back before moving down to my ass.
A small gasp escaped my lips, and I instinctively reached for his hair, guiding his head as he planted kisses all over my chest.
His fingers then traced a path up my body, reaching the zipper and pulling it down.
