TWENTY THREE

How long had it been since he had kissed me last? Nine months? More? I couldn't remember, especially not at the moment, especially not when he was kissing me slowly, tenderly. This kiss; it was nothing like the last time, it was calm, there was no rush or pent up frustration, his hold on me was gentle and his lips moved softly against mine.

Several shuddering breaths left me each time our lips broke apart momentarily, my body literally screamed to feel his hands all over, I couldn't deny that I craved his touch in the most intimate places, I couldn't deny that I wanted so much more.

He was only kissing me softly but yet I found myself squirming as wetness began to pool between my legs. I clamped my thighs shut to apply some much needed pressure in the area in between almost forgetting that there was still pain which was enough to make me gasp and wince.

He noticed, and he stopped at once. His temple creased slightly as his gaze raked over my body quickly, alarmingly.

"What's the p