"I'm going to take off my clothes now," Wade told her. "And then I'm going to kiss you some more. Everywhere I've wanted to kiss you since we first made love."
Kiersten sat up slightly as he stood. He was going to get undressed, and she didn't intend to miss a second of it.
He shrugged off his jacket first. The material met the apartment floor with a soft sigh. And then she could see the outline of his lithe torso and firm muscles under his well-cut black button-up shirt.
She wanted to undo each button herself. With her teeth.
Wade slid the shirt from his naked shoulders. Her eyes were immediately drawn to the thin river of hair that disappeared into the waistband of his jeans.
Spurred on by desire, Kiersten slid off the bed and approached him. Wade's eyes snapped to hers, and she knew he was wondering what she wanted.
Wade dropped his arms to his sides as Kiersten lifted her hands to his chest, smoothing her palms over his skin. She experimentally squeezed his biceps, then ran her fingers over his firm stomach, the tips of her fingers tingling at the touch. Then she traced her hands over the arrow of hair that led into his jeans. Lifting her gaze to his, she said, "Do you want to hear something that'll make you laugh?"
His mouth quirked up into a smile, and he lifted a hand to cup her cheek, stroking her bottom lip with the pad of his thumb. "Tell me."
“I didn't ever think I'd see you again, let alone be doing... this with you. Although, I have to admit... I didn't forget you. I looked you up on Facebook a couple of times. I think I.. I wanted to know you. Isn't that stupid?”
His eyes smouldered into hers. "That's not stupid." He leaned in to kiss her, and then drew back, his gaze locked on hers. “Are you going anywhere with that hand?”
Kiersten's palm still laid flat against his stomach, low down, almost entering his jeans. She swallowed. “Do you want me to?”
“Hell, yes.” His American accent roughened with desire. His gaze was hot with want and need.
Kiersten felt her own face heat in response. "All right," she whispered against his mouth.
Her slender frame shook slightly with excitement as she lowered herself to her knees before him. When she looked up at him from her altered position, she saw that his gorgeous features were contorted with desire and anticipation.
So she knew he was real. What he felt for her was real.
She pressed her lips to his stomach, kissing him there, then worked her way down to his hip, to that slight hollow where hip met stomach. She felt him breathe in sharply, but it was a sound of pleasure, not surprise.
Spurred on by his sound of pleasure, Kiersten lifted her hands and braced them on the waistband of his dark denim wash jeans. She fingered the single silver button that held them together.
"Take them off," Wade murmured brokenly. Kiersten sensed that he might be near the end of his tether.
She hadn't even started.
She didn't reply to him, but gently slid the button from its home. The two sides of the fabric came apart slightly. Kiersten ran her finger down the skinny silver line of the zip, which held his jeans together over the bulge of his desire for her.
She felt him jerk slightly in response. When she looked up at him, he said simply, "Touch me."
She opened her mouth to reply, and shut it again. She swallowed, her mouth dry with anticipation. What would he taste like?
She slid the zip down. Beneath the denim he wore black boxers.
Kiersten slid the denim a little further down Wade's lightly muscled thighs. He truly was gorgeous.
She glanced up again. Wade's breathing had changed. His breaths had become shallower. She could tell that he was excited. Not wanting to disappoint, she slid her finger under the waistband of his boxers and gently pulled them down, exposing him to her gaze.
Of course, she'd seen his erection before. Just not this close. Seeing the thick length of him made saliva pool in her mouth. She squeezed her legs together, wanting him there, too.
Kiersten curled her fingers around the hard length of him, heard him draw in a shaky breath. Her palm tingled. He felt hot, hard, smooth. And large. As if he'd heard her thoughts, he pulsed in her hand.
Experimentally she stroked him, back and forth, and was rewarded with a deep sigh from him.
He felt like steel encased in velvet.
Finally he curled his hands into her hair. "Stop, sweetheart."
Kiersten didn't want to stop; she was rather enjoying herself. She looked up at him, a question in her eyes.
"If you don't stop that, this is going to be over without me achieving my original goal."
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~Enter broken hearted but free-spirited Kiersten. After a spilled cup of hot chocolate brings them together, Kiersten shows Wade that he doesn't need to get on a plane to find places to explore. The city opens up before his eyes, and he starts discovering things about London - and about himself - that he never expected...
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