Chapter Seventeen

The kiss started slow, sweet, and sensual. His hands were cupping my face, bringing us even closer and unlike the last time, my hands didn’t lay limp by my side, I placed them flat on his chest, feeling his hard muscles and abs. I could feel his heartbeat, it was just pounding as hard as mine was.

One hand moved down my waist as he navigated the way to his room.

His other hand left my face for my waist. As he deepened the kiss, the urge for more consumed. I didn’t want his hands on my waist but rather somewhere more intimate. A sudden confidence consumed me and I found myself moving his hands from my waist down to my ass. I was a curvy girl and the maid uniform Amelia made us wear did nothing to conceal that. The deep sound that erupted from the back of Dylan’s throat told me that he was more than happy to have his hands on my ass. He didn't waste any time squeezing them firmly in a way that send delicious waves of want down my spine.

I suddenly found myself wanting more, much more.