Drunk and horny

Lilian POV

One moment, Jensen and I were kissing, and the next moment he was walking up the stairs to the top floor, with me in his arms while we were still kissing. The way to my room was so quick that I felt sick when I realized, he was laying me on the bed and getting on top of me while we kissed like two drunk crazy people.

“Oh, my God… this is so addictive.” I stuttered with ragged breaths as I felt his mouth kissing my neck and jaw, his hands caressing my back and thighs.

That was exactly what I was talking about—this physical and sentimental attraction that I felt for him, that any kiss or any touch from him could completely dismantle me and make me crazy for him. I hated the fact that only he could make me feel like this, but that was a fact, and it was almost impossible to resist.

My fingers were looking for the buttons on his pajama shirt to open and undress him because I wanted to have that intimate contact between my hand and his skin, but our actions were not at all nice