Shock froze my muscles solid for a moment.
And then my instincts took over.
Her strength was no match for mine, and I bent to bring my face to hers.
But she was leading, and for that I was delighted.
Her lips were tentative at first. Nervous.
But her mouth on mine was nearly enough to bring me to my knees. I wrapped my shadows around my shins to brace them, just in case.
Ginger kissed me like a woman with nothing to lose. A woman putting her heart on the line.
And I accepted every caress of her lips greedily.
My hands ached to slip around her waist, to thread into her gorgeous, wild hair, but I was afraid that one wrong move would bring this moment to a screeching halt.
She deepened the kiss, arching into me and sighing quietly.
I wanted to bite her. To claim her. To take over.
Her heart thrummed audibly in her chest—quick as a hummingbird. My pulse sped to match.
My trousers felt suddenly, dreadfully too tight, my arousal trapped and aching.
Ginger pulled back to look at me. “What’s wrong?” she asked, panting slightly.
“Nothing is wrong in the entire realm, Ginger.” Everything was right. Blissfully right.
“Then why are you just standing there?”
I grinned. Slowly, I let my hands settle onto the sides of her neck. “Do you want more from me, wife?”
“Please.”
That one word was the most erotic thing I’d ever heard. I stroked my fingers over her velvety skin, slipping my fingers into her hair. My palms cradled her head. “So polite,” I whispered.
She huffed in frustration. “Don’t make me beg.”
“Would you?”
“Let’s not find out.” She caught me by surprise, bracing her hands on my shoulders and jumping to wrap her legs around my waist. The new added height allowed her to press her lips to mine freely, and she took advantage.
I groaned into her mouth. Her entire front was pressed to mine, and the sensation set my blood aflame. I dropped my hands beneath her thighs to better support her weight.
I stroked my tongue against her lips, and they parted without hesitation. Her mouth was so hot, so sweet, soperfect.
I took over the kiss, devouring her, exploring her mouththe way I’d been dying to for weeks now. I was insatiable. Greedy.
Small whimpers escaped her throat, and her fingers dug into my neck. She clung to me like a lifeline.
Her hips churned, seeking friction, her core grinding against my torso.
My cock throbbed so hard I feared I would finish inside my own trousers.
I let my hands slide along her thighs, over the curve of her ass. I growled into her mouth. Her flesh was so soft, even through the fabric.
I considered tearing her trousers right off, but I was unwilling to remove my hands from her body, even for a moment.
