It’s different in the way he was looking at me, like he’s memorizing every little thing on my face and body. Like he’s worshiping me, like he’s thanking the Lord. I recognized these looks because I looked the same way at him.
He attacked my lips again without any warning, and after I got over the surprise attack, I kissed him back greedily, hungrily. I just couldn’t get enough of him. I would never get enough of him.
I started tearing his clothes apart, starting with his suit jacket which was a tough task and when it didn’t cave in as easily as I thought it would, I groaned frustratingly in Alexander’s mouth and tugged more desperately.
Alexander broke the kiss, panting hard and put his hands on my forearms to stop my movements. “Easy, my love!” He soothed, trying to calm down.