909 The first move

Damn! It was so good. 

His lips were soft but intense as they pressed hard against her skin. His hands gently held her close but just enough to create friction against their bodies.

Was she dreaming? Of course, not.

She basked at the feeling of his lips along her jawline and down to her neckline. She did not want it to stop. However, he suddenly halted, pressing his forehead against hers as they both caught their breaths.

"We are here." He breathlessly whispered against her skin as he held himself and finally pulled away. He took a few bills from his pocket and handed them to the driver.

He could feel that both of them wanted more, but he believed he had to control himself around her. She was right. They had to talk first.

"Where is here?" Amelia hesitantly asked as she fixed her hair and straightened her clothes while looking at the imposing building outside the window.