I lean to kiss her again but she stops me with a hand to my chest. Her head falls on top of it, hiding her face from me. I think it's the first time she ever made a first move so intimate like this that fucking makes my chest tight. My arms go around her instinctively, my fingers weaving through her smooth hair, the silky strands caressing my skin.
Earlier, when she opened the door and I finally laid my eyes on her again, the wind got knocked out of me. She's in a pair of tight jeans that make her ass look absolutely phenomenal, and a white t-shirt with a deep neckline that gave me a peek at her ample cleavage. She doesn't even try so hard on her looks and I'm stunned by her beauty. Suddenly, the two days of not hearing from her and seeing her were immediately forgotten.
I take a deep inhale of her scent, my eyes closing in the familiarity of it. God, she smells so fucking good. I just want to keep her here in my arms.
