His mouth was everywhere... kissing, nipping, tracing lines of fire down my neck, like he wanted to devour me. My pyjamas shirt was pushed halfway up, his hands spanning my ribs, his breath hot against my skin. The hoodie he wore bunched awkwardly between us, his body straining against mine like he was barely keeping himself under control.
Every brush of him, every low groan swallowed into my mouth, made me ache deeper. And maybe it was the weight of the day, or the way he looked so vulnerable in my world, not his... but I wanted to flip the script. I wanted him to break for me.
I broke the kiss first, pressing my fingers to his mouth before he could protest.
"Shh," I whispered, my lips brushing his ear. "The whole house is asleep."
