Part 8
Tobin closes the door to our room and pulls me to him, unbuttoning my shirt nimbly as his lips find mine. He guides me to the bed, discarding our shirts, our pants, our shoes, until there’s nothing between our bodies, and our skin catches fire where we touch. Gently he eases me down to the mattress, the soft quilt like a cloud beneath me, his body an angel’s above. With eager kisses, he closes my eyes; tiny bites prick my lips until they’re tender and hungry and I’m moaning his name because it’s the only word I remember right now.
With both hands I clench at his curls, soft like rough cotton between my fingers, and his mouth trails down my neck. His tongue dances in the hollow of my throat before swirling around each of my n*****s. I arch into him, his hands strong beneath me, cr
