| Chapter Twenty-four |
| I moaned into his mouth as our tongues tangled together. Justin pulled back and picked me up, carrying me to my bed, laying me down gently. he starred at me for a while, before he spoke. "Chelle, I know we can make this work. But I have been a wreck without you. It killed me on the phone when I had to listen to you fight with Blake." I leaned up, placing my fingers on his lips. "Shh...don't say that name." Then I pushed up, sweetly kissing him. "Tonight is for us. We have a lot of catching up to do. Justin, I need you, in every way." He watched me talk with intent in his eyes, smiling at my comment. "Okay, I think I can do that." I giggled as he kissed down my neck and across my shoulder, until he reached my tank top strap. He looked up at me, waiting for my approval. I complied by shaking my head yes. His eyes never left mine as he continued on. He removed my shirt with one swift motion, leaving my bare breasts exposed. His eyes left mine as he gazed down at me. He rubbed his fingertips lightly across my nipples, as if he were amazed with me. He lowered his lips to them, stopping for a moment. "You are so beautiful." And with that his lips met my nipples. He lightly swirled his tongue around my hardened nipples, needing my breast with one hand. And without any effort, with the other hand, he quickly removed my shorts. He looked at me in shock, letting his lips leave my breast for a moment. "Chelle, no panties. Dirty girl." I laughed and brought his lips to mine. "You aren't complaining though. But we do have a problem." He glanced at me, concerned. I smiled, "You have on way too much clothing." And without any encouragement, he removed his shirt and jeans, leaving on his boxers. I laughed, "That's not fair." He smiled, "If you want them off, you'll have to take them off." He slapped my hand away when I reached for them. "But first I get to play a little." Uncertain of what he was referring to, I let him take the lead. |