[Draven].
"Make sure you don't." A soft moan escaped Meredith's lips.
I met her hazy gaze, which was filled with much equal hunger, before completely leaning away from her.
Keeping my eyes on her while occasionally shifting my gaze to the soft mounds of her flesh, I worked on my shirt buttons, taking them off one after the other.
As soon as I slipped out of my shirt and dumped it on the floor, exposing my chest to her, she sat up and reached out with her hands.
Immediately, I caught them halfway. "Who asked you to sit up?"
"I want to touch you," she said, her eyes fixed on mine as she let me hold her. "Am I not allowed to?"
I narrowed my gaze on her, then slowly, I released her hands, setting them free to land on the upper part of my chest.
I had a feeling that Meredith might be the one to do the torturing tonight.
Meredith's gaze dropped down to my chest. At the same time, her fingers began to roam my chest in a slow, caressing motion that had my breathing hitching.
