Thirty Eight

“I want to kiss you.” It wasn't a question neither was he asking for permission but he was informing her of what his heart wanted.

His hands moved from her jaw downward and she breathed out before sucking in her breath and stiffening against his touch, with her eyes gently closing. She had wanted it for a very long time therefore it was hard to resist.

She didn't want to push him away as much as her mind was telling her to. She wanted him so much, as an ant would want honey. She craved for him, craved his touch. Again, she sucked in her breath when he pressed his hand on both sides of her waist.

Donovan moved one hand back to her jaw and moved her face to look up at him as he tilted his head lower to meet her face. Her eyes, her breath, her reaction; everything was driving him crazy slowly that he wanted to rip her clothes off her.

He wanted her, she might not know that but he wanted her badly as much as she wanted him. Then, he gently used his thumb to brush her cheeks, delaying