I closed my eyes, unable to process the right emotion to feel. Before I could mentally catch up with the fact that he had just kissed me, his hands trailed from my face to my waist.

He withdrew his lips from mine so I could catch up with breathing. He buried his face in my neck and kissed it softly. His face continued downwards and he buried it between my chest.

The moan from me was the approval I needed to confirm that I was totally ready and available for whatever was supposed to happen.

He lifted his head so he could look at me. I couldn't make out his...