"Funny how your parents wanted to stick with the R names."
"It didn't start out that way, but after Rory they decided to keep the R theme going."
She set the frame back on the dresser. "I wish I could meet them. They sound amazing."
"One day you will." I moved behind her and wrapped my arms around her waist, resting my chin on her shoulder.
She laid her hands on top of my arms and continued to look at the other pictures displayed—one of me and my parents at my graduation, another of me and my two best friends from high school in our football uniforms, and a few different ones of me and my siblings.
She turned around in my arms and rested her hands on my chest. "I wish it could always be like this. You and me without all the outside worries."
I rested my forehead against hers, closing my eyes. "Me too."
We continued to stand in each other’s arms in silence as time passed by. Suddenly she lifted her head, and I opened my eyes.
She looked at me, her eyes roaming my face. I wasn't sure what she was looking for, but I waited, letting her look her fill. Leaning in slowly, she placed a soft kiss on my lips. It was a short kiss but full of tenderness. She looked at me again, her mouth opening as if she were going to say something, but she closed it with a light shake of her head.
I was about to ask her what she was going to say, but I didn’t get the chance. She wrapped her arms around my neck and began to kiss me in the most hypnotic way. Her lips moved against mine at a steady pace, and when her tongue swirled with mine, I couldn't help but moan in pleasure.
Reaching up I worked to undo her hair, and with her help, I was able to get it to fall around her shoulders. Thrusting my hands into her hair, I tilted her head back, intensifying the kiss. Her hands gripped my shirt, erasing any space left between us. My hands moved down her neck and around to her back, lifting her up. I turned us around and walked back toward my bed, stopping when I reached the edge.
Our kissing had turned frantic, our mouths and hands exploring and moving, not able to get enough of one another. Her hands moved underneath the hem of my shirt, her hands skating against my chest. I loved the feel of her hands on me. I reached up and pulled at the back of my shirt, pulling it off and throwing it across the room, our kiss breaking for only a second before our mouths were right back together. I'd been touched like this before, but when her hands roamed my chest and shoulders, it felt like the first time. Come to think of it, everything felt like the first time with her.
I kissed her from her mouth to her neck to her collarbone to just behind her ear to her jawline and back to her mouth. I couldn't get enough of the feel and taste of her on my tongue. She was my drug and I was a junkie, the need running deep.
Suddenly she broke the kiss, and my eyes fluttered open as my body struggled to not follow her.
She turned around, grabbing her hair and putting it over one of her shoulders. Looking back at me she said, "Will you unzip me?"
I froze, blinking at her. What? Was she really saying what I thought she was saying? My brain was stuck, trying to process the four words she'd said.
"Rush?"
I tried to make myself respond. "Uh, um... are... are you sure?"
A knowing smile spread across her face as she looked over her shoulder at me. "I'm sure."
She turned her head to face forward, waiting for me to unzip her dress.
Lifting my hand, I let out a slow breath, my fingers touching the metal of the pull tab. Slowly I pulled down, watching the teeth of the zipper separate one at a time, revealing more and more of her smooth skin. I quickly found that she wasn't wearing a bra, and I had to suppress another moan. I continued the path all the way down and hoped she hadn't felt how my hand had been trembling.
She turned back around, the dress falling in a pile at her feet. Instantly my eyes dipped, taking her in, and I couldn't remember how to breathe. She'd literally taken my breath away. I'd heard the phrase before but had never experienced it. I could honestly say she was breathtaking.
She sat on the edge of the bed and slowly moved back until she could lay comfortably with her head on my pillow. She lay there in only her black lacy thong, and I looked at her in awe, her lips swollen, her cheeks flushed, and her hair wild.
Her face was vulnerable and open as she looked at me, causing feelings of pride and honor to build within my chest.
Me. I was the one who got to see Scarlet like this. I was the one whom she trusted, whom she felt safe enough to be with.
"You're so beautiful." I knelt on the bed, straddling her calves as I continued to look down at her, not believing how damn lucky I was. "I've pictured this exact moment a hundred times, you lying on my bed with your curly hair sprawled out across my pillow, and I can't believe I'm actually getting to see it in real life."
Giving me a coy smile, she said, "And is it living up to your fantasies?"
I dropped down onto my forearms, aligning my body with hers as I gazed into her eyes. "It's so much better than I ever imagined." I captured her mouth with mine and could feel her smiling against my lips.
I planned on spending however long it took to show her that I didn't take what she was giving me for granted. This was about more than sex. I wanted her to know how much she meant to me, how much I wanted to be with her, how there was no one else for me.
She deserved to feel adored and cherished. And I couldn't wait to explore every inch of her.
