He pulls away slightly, just enough to look at my face. His hand moves down farther, pausing at the band of my yoga pants. He's still watching me as he does it, watching my reaction as his hand slips underneath.
He lowers his mouth, kissing the sensitive skin on my neck. When he starts to suck, I gasp. "Jeremiah!" My hands fly to his chest, but I don't apply pressure. Jeremiah ignores me and continues to kiss me, which sends shivers through my body. But then he sucks harder and harder, until I'm forced to let out a moan. He pulls back slightly to look at me.
"I should get you home," he says, his voice low, and his meaning is clear: otherwise, things will escalate.
straighten out my T-shirt and follow him to his car, where he opens my door like a gentleman. He slips into the driver's sea
