Her heart fluttered in her now bare chest as she continued to kiss him. It felt weird, their skin touching, a good kind of weird. It felt like them being together was the only thing that mattered in the world.
Brooklyn kissed harder and harder as her fingers struggled to unbutton his jeans. This task was one even more difficult than the belt and she couldn’t seems do get it undone.
Chase quickened by doing the work for her; removing his own and then hers. Just two small layers separated them completely. He removed his last layer and swallowed hard, now completely vulnerable to her.
He sank down to his elbows and kissed her lips, then her chin, her neck, her collarbone. Down her chest…down her stomach…
He breathed in his own hot breath that bounced off her skin. Beneath his lips, he felt goosebumps. He shyly bit at the top of her waistband with his teeth.
