“Wait! That means you really did want more of this,” I whispered as I closed the gap between us and kissed her like she was the air I needed to breathe, because I was pretty sure she was.
There was no resistance as she kissed me back.
I wanted to swoop her up into my arms and carry her off to bed, but I was still determined to follow her lead, even though I’d clearly failed at that the last few days.
As my tongue danced with hers and I held her tightly against me, I couldn’t help but feel all was right with the world.
This woman infuriated me, drove me mad, tested my patience, and made me crave a life I never knew I wanted.
Mine,I growled.
Last time we were here, I hadn’t allowed myself to touch her. My hands had been planted on her hips and I hadn’t dared move them. I had patiently waited for her to make the first move, but her hands had never roamed beyond my shoulders or neck and honestly, I’d gotten too caught up in the sensations of kissing her that I hadn’t even cared. But now, as my body buzzed feeling her pressed against me and her lips exploring mine, I had to touch her.
Leaving one hand planted at her hip, I let the other move up her back memorizing the shape of her as I caressed her gently.
She moaned against my mouth, spurring me on. My stationary hand dipped lower to cup her ass and give it a good squeeze. Her hips involuntarily thrust forward, and I was suddenly harder than I knew possible.
Zoey gasped, then rolled herself against me.
Shit! Even though it was such a slight motion, it nearly brought me to my breaking point.
Not sure I could stand there making out with her like this without pressuring her for much more, I swooped her up in my arms and carried her to the couch as I gently set her down and slid onto the cushion beside her. Our lips never left the other’s.
I reached for her hand, needing her to touch me too.
She jerked away, breaking our kiss as she glared at me.
“If you touch that remote right now, I swear to God, I will punch you.”
I burst out laughing.
“I was reaching for your hand, not that damn remote.”
“Oh. In that case . . . continue.”
I gave her a quick kiss, taking her hand and guiding it to my chest.
She sighed, then frowned as she lunged forward right into my lap and cursed under her breath when she reached under where she’d just been sitting and pulled out that stupid remote.
“Gah! I hate this thing.” Then she chucked it across the room. “You know it would have made more sense to continue this in the bedroom.”
Before words even left my lips, she was back in my arms as I excitedly rushed us to the bedroom. This time I wasn’t being sweet and romantic carrying her in my arms. Nope. I picked her up and ran caveman style while she giggled, then flopped her down unceremoniously on the bed before joining her.
I kissed her again without letting it fully escalate. It already felt like I’d won the lottery just being invited into herbed. I could handle taking things as slow or as fast as she desired.
“I do believe you’re right. This is much better.”
When I went to kiss her again, she held her fingers over my lips and lightly pushed me away.
I groaned. “You were only teasing, huh?”
“No. This is far more comfortable than that stupid couch. I never want to sit on it and watch a movie again.”
“Me either.”
“I really thought this wasn’t what you wanted though, that I wasn’t what you wanted. And I don’t want to screw this up, Monte. We both know what will happen if we continue on like this.”
“I know.”
