By pajama_addict
I kissed him. Thoroughly. I kissed him until we were both eager for more. I kissed him until he was pleading for me to stop because he was losing control.
“I love you,” I whispered, holding his gaze.
He groaned before covering my mouth again with his. His hands began exploring under my shirt.
“Red…”
“You can still say no,” he whispered against my ear.