𝐉𝐀𝐌𝐄𝐒
The moment Vanessa wrapped her arms around my neck, weaving her fingers through my hair, pulling me closer to deepen our kiss, I fucking lost it. My hands started to go everywhere—her sides, her ass, her thighs—like I couldn't touch all of her fast enough. Her clothes and her skin were soaking wet from the rain, but it felt fucking amazing to finally touch her like I wanted to touch her.
I kissed down the side of her neck, loving the way she smelled. Her vanilla and Cinnamon scent was sweet and so damn tantalizing, that I could have gotten high on her smell alone.
"James, this—"
"Unless you're about to tell me to rip your clothes off, I suggest you shut the hell up."
"I'm serious."
I ignored her by letting my lips travel down over her naked shoulder. Thank fuck for the strapless dresses.
