The rhythm of my heart increased, pounding
furiously against my chest. "Aamon?" I
quivered.
"Shh, baby girl," he placed a finger on my lips, leaned in burying his head in my neck, inhaling me like I was cocaine.
"I need you to write about this, Haven," he whispered, his breath hot against my ear. "Write about the way I make you feel."
His fingers traced circles on my skin, sending shivers down my spine. I tried to focus on his words, but all I could think about was the way he was touching me.
His mouth descended and he peppered kisses
along my collar bone and over my shoulder
as his one hand held my waist and his thumb
stroked my skin
"God!" I moaned as his mouth moved lower to my chest and I rose my hips like it was all natural for us to do this. I wanted more contact with him.
