"I haven't seen you smile like that in ten years," he said.
Before I could ask what he meant, he kissed me again.
This time there was no one else around, no potential audience or interruptions, so I didn't hold back.
My arms twined around his neck and I pressed as deep into his body as I could. I wanted to meld myself to him, to feel every inch of him against me.
J.J. groaned as our tongues touched and dueled, his hands sliding around my waist to my lower back and then lower to cup my backside through the layers of skirting on my dress.
I couldn't resist touching him either. I didn't know what he wanted me to do, and I couldn't ask because I was too busy kissing him, so I did what I wanted to do.
I ran my hands from his neck, over his chest, and beneath the suit jacket he wore. The dress shirt under it was thin and I could practically feel the searing heat of his skin through the material.
His tie was missing. He must have removed it on the drive over, but that was a good thing. It was one less article of clothing in my way.
I wanted to feel his skin against my fingers, to press my palms over his chest, and let the beat of his heart sink into my blood.
My fingers were only a little clumsy as I unbuttoned the first few buttons of his shirt. As the fabric parted, I ran my fingertips over the inside edges, touching his heated flesh.
J.J. pulled back, his hands kneading my butt. "I want to see you."
"You can't see me now?" I asked. From this distance, I could see the rapid pulse in his throat and realized his heart was racing just as quickly as mine was. Without thinking, I put my lips to that pulse and kissed a path down his neck to his collarbone.
He smelled like soap, fresh and clean, and the cake he'd eaten at the reception.
It made me hungry enough to sink my teeth lightly into his throat.
"Oh, God," J.J. groaned, his head falling against the back door with a thunk. "We need to take this into the bedroom, Lee, or I won't be responsible for my actions.
I lifted my head and looked up at him. "What actions?"
His hands tightened on my rear end, pulling my hips into his, and I felt the hard ridge of his erection against my belly.
Wow.
"Let's go into the bedroom and I'll show you," he said.
"Let me go and I'll take you there," I retorted.
He smiled, just a little, and released me.
After kicking off my shoes and nudging them to the side, I took his hand in mine and backed away, tugging him away from the back door. His smile grew as he followed me.
"Afraid I'm going somewhere?" he asked.
"Just making sure you go where I want you." I faced forward and kept moving toward the hall.
He laughed and allowed me to lead him through the small, dark house to my bedroom. The light of the moon filtered through the windows, giving me just enough light that I didn't have to hit any switches on the way.
The curtains were open in my room, allowing the moonlight to flood the space. My furniture was lined with silver and the very air seemed to glow.
J.J. had said he wanted to see me, but there was something magical about the pale light that poured in through the window. I didn't want to break the spell by turning on the lamp.
I paused by the bed and turned back to J.J. "This is where I want you."
He stared down at me, his hand lifting to trace the line of my face from my temple to the curve of my jaw. "Then, this is where I want to be."
When he reached toward the lamp, I stopped his hand with mine. "I like the moonlight."
