I'm not quite sure that I'm aware of what I started until my arms are pinned above my head as my lips are being kissed with a bruising force. Christopher's body leans into mine, causing a beautiful friction to begin. His left-hand holds both of my wrists to keep them from moving anywhere while his right hand trails up and down my body.

His hand travels to my waist where he grips it tightly before moving up slowly until he reaches the hem of my shirt. His hand slides under the fabric and his skin on mine feels so good that I'm practically moaning already. His fingers lightly skim over...