RACHEL'S pov.
Why aren't I pushing him off? Why am I enjoying his lips on mine? Why am I bloody hungrily kissing him back?!
He wrapped my legs around his waist, he pressed my back against the wall and continued kissing me but it was just a few minutes, he soon walked away from there and headed towards our bed, with his hands underneath my blouse and unhooking my bra.
He unhooked my bra in seconds, as the pro he is, then quickly unzipped my blouse and took them (my blouse and bra) off, leaving my upper body completely naked before him.
Duncan stopped by the bed, he gently threw me on it and started unbuttoning his shirt. Maybe I was impatient, because I kinda found his action extremely slow and sat on my knees.
I slapped his hands away and reached for his shirt, but instead of unbuttoning it, I tore it and he raised his left eyebrow questioningly at me.
"My heartbeat, what are you doing? Why did you tear my shirt?" he asked.
