Jenna
Brandon’s hand slides up and down my arm, each time making me groan loudly, unashamedly. I look up at him, looking down at me. His hand finds my face, and I suck my lower lip between my teeth.
“Brandon,” I whisper his name. The feeling of his hand sliding down my back is like fire burning down a whole village. I want him so badly. I don’t have to remove my clothes; I can just straddle his lap and fuc.k his brains out that way.
It’s been so fuc.king long since I did anything like this that I’m a little more than scared on so many levels. But I can’t deny what my body wants, and what my body wants is Brandon. There is no girlfriend for me to worry about, and I will not be standing on anyone's toes should I take what I want from the man I cannot stop thinking about.
I straddle his l
