My pants hung low on my hips, but to take them off entirely required me to move away from JJ's lap first. I wasn't sure yet if I needed them off more than I needed to stay as close to him as was physically possible. To my frustration, at this moment these two actions contradicted each other,.
As I paused on that junction, my eyes again caught the sight of JJ's chest, and paused there in pure appreciation. The visual of his muscles shifting under his skin, the soft glint of his fine hairs there in the light of the overhead lamp, the roughness and roguishness of scars, were enough to make any girl salivate.
I ran my fingers over them, evicting a hum of appreciation out of JJ's throat. His hands had warmed up from contact with my skin, but his chest was still shockingly, but pleasantly cool compared to my overheated body. I leaned into it, wanting to feel that coolness on my nipples too—and just to rub them on something while I was at it.
