He raised his eyebrow. “Wonder Woman, huh?”
“Always been my favorite.”
“You’re a wonder to me, woman.”
She grinned.
He kissed her neck, all over her shoulders and down, feeling her breasts through the top.
Her nipples hardened under his fingers and she groaned when he kissed them through the tank top. He stroked her sides, finding the edge of the tank, and started to lift it.
Realized there wasn’t a bra on underneath.
He glanced at her. "You've been here all night without a bra on?"
"The bra is built into the shirt. Besides, my lemons don't need much."
He put her so-called lemons in his hand. "Oh, honey. These are much more than lemons."
She started to roll her eyes.
He put his hand on her face. "They're perfect. You're perfect."
"You're kind."
"No. I'm not. I'm honest." He leaned in and kissed her.
No chance for her to refute his claim.
She moaned against him and started pulling off his tee-shirt. Then they were skin to skin, and very much feeling each other's warm bodies.
Every touch of her made him want her more--something he hadn't felt in so long, he wondered if he still could feel that.
She held onto him and started to lean back.
He guided her back onto the couch.
At least, that's what he meant to do.
Instead, she slid back and came very close to tumbling off the couch. He attempted to keep a hold of her, but she twisted out of his grip.
He expected her to glare at him or be angry as he ran around the couch.
But instead, she laughed.
"That was about as graceful as a dog on ice," she muttered. “Leave it to me to be über sexy.”
He laughed. "Well, at least you're not hurt."
She shook her head, her hand crossing over her bare chest. "No. I'm not hurt." Her gaze ran over him.
As sensual as a touch.
"Come here," she said as she lowered her hand.
And he did.
In a moment they became a tangle of arms and legs as the kissing resumed. He once again savored how amazing their skin felt touching each other.
