The Fatkini Chronicles complete series
Drew brushed my hair back from my face with a tenderness no man had ever shown me. I just stood there staring at him, unable to come up with a response.
“Now, I’m going to kiss you, Zelda Gordon. Unless you ask me not to?” He waited, head cocked, brows arched. His fingers rested on my skin, a butterfly’s caress.
“I...don’t know what I want.”
“That’s okay. Let’s start with a kiss and go from there. You tell me to stop or go. I’ll do whatever you say.” His face drifted closer as he spoke until his breath brushed my lips when he added, “I just want to make you feel good.” He kissed me gently, lovingly. His mouth wasn’t greedy or aggressive, but it held a question:
Do you want more?