Chapter 22

My breathing fails for a few seconds. I swear. I turn to him, look into his eyes, look for my last drop of resistance, and say:

''Yan, you promised...''

He holds my waist now, pushes his body slowly against mine, and says, coming closer to my mouth:

''Yeah, I'm not good with promises.''

We are kissing again. And again I can't pull him away from me, because I want to kiss him. I feel his hand on my back as he unzips my skirt and I don't care, as long as he doesn't stop kissing me. The night is drawing in, but we don't bother to turn on the lights. We are walking through the house as we bump into furniture and my skirt has just fallen to my feet. He grabs my buttocks, making me even more glued to his body. And feeling how needy he is for me, makes me pull away from him for a second biting my lips and he says:

''My God that is so sexy... Your mouth is so sexy... You are so sexy.''