“Watch it, I may drop you,” he said as he twisted slightly to the side as he entered.
“You just seem to think this is all fun and games, huh?” She twisted in his grip, and he brought her more upright. She wrapped her legs around his waist and put her hands on his shoulders.
That smile on her face.
The one that hit him in all the ways. He’d never really known anyone to look at him like that.
So full of compassion and caring. Desire and emotion.
For him.
He stroked her cheek. She leaned her head into his touch.
“Maybe it is,” he whispered. For if this wasn’t real, he didn’t want to know. He needed this to be more.
For all the reasons.
Because she was more to him than a warm body to end the arrangement his father had made so long ago.
He needed her to be there with him because she wanted to. More than anything he thought he’d ever wanted in his life.
She rocked in his arms, and his desires burst to life. He stopped walking and pushed her against the nearest wall.
They kissed again, her hands running along his neck and shoulders, and he rocked against her hips. She responded, matching the strokes and touches.
He didn’t know how to express it to her, but he felt it. This need he felt, the desire to take care of her no matter what.
To protect.
To claim her as his, for all time.
She groaned, her hips matching his movements.
He slid his hands to her legs and hips, looking for that separation where he could reach her soft skin. He started shoving her shirt up, and she put her hands on his chest.
“Here,” she said, and pulled the fabric off her, so the only barrier between him and her soft skin was her undergarment.
Her skin, so smooth and delicate, seemed to ignite with every touch, emphasizing the difference between them.
With each caress against her bare flesh, she let out a sigh of pleasure and made subtle sounds of satisfaction, her head tilted upwards, her eyes shut. The multitude of sounds intensified his own desires. He could feel the intensity, and his need for her exploded.
Even smell that delicate aroma that was individually her, and only made him want to bury himself in her again.
Over and over.
He reached for the clasp of her pants and unhooked them.
She held up her hand. “Wait,” she said, and put her feet down.
He eased her down to the floor. “What are you thinking?”
“Come,” she said, gesturing toward the living area. “I have an idea. Something I’ve always enjoyed.”
He raised an eyebrow as she pushed her clothing down, revealing her gorgeous hips and rear. The pants hit the floor with a hard thud as her little weapon clattered.
“I’m already interested,” he said as he approached.
She pushed the couch a little, the floating piece of furniture shifting so the back was out in the open.
