Chapter Twenty-Three

JENNA

I LANDED on the soft sheets of his bed, breathless and wanting.

Did I expect this when I was still deciding if I should knock on his door a moment ago?

I wasn’t sure.

I was only sure that now, sex with him was the only thing I could think of.

“Topher…” I moaned as he followed. I could feel the hardness of his body curving its shape to my soft one as he lay half on top of me.

I loved saying his name, loved hearing it when I say it. I couldn’t help it.

“Oh, Topher!” I whispered again, breathless, opening my thighs wider so his lower torso could settle where I wanted him to be.

I could feel his hard cock pressing desperately to my center, arousing me more in spite of our clothes.

I think we thought of clothes at about the same time because in synchronized motions we began, quite desperately, to take them off each other’s bodies.

We didn’t stop until we were both naked and kissing and rubbing our skin against each other in frenzied desperation.

My skin felt like it was on fi