She put her hands between them, smoothing her hands over his lapels and then then up the white dress shirt under it up and over his collar.
Her fingers moved over the bare skin of his neck and along the beard on his jaw.
His beard was nice to look at but it also tickled against her skin.
The sensations on her palms sent shivers down her spine, but it didn’t stop her. It only spurred her on.
She cupped the sides of his face as he’d done to her.
As she’d seen others to do.
And then she rose up on the toes of her sparkly sandals and put her lips to his.
She kissed him.
She kissed him, tilting her head one direction…
And then the other.
He held still for a moment, but when she moved, brushing her lips against his over and over, he joined in, his hands against her lower back, his lips adding more pressure than her own.
It was life changing.
Empowering.
When she slipped a hand to the back of his neck and felt the warmth of his skin under her palm she felt him moan through their connections.
Yes,she murmured inside her head,this. I can do this.
He leaned into her and she pushed right back her leg moving between his.
His hands on her back brought her closer and then he wrapped one arm around her and lifted.
Her skirt brushed against the inside of her thighs and then she felt the hard length of his leg right where she needed it.
Yes.
She tipped her head back and he chased her lips.
She opened her mouth and touched the tip of her tongue to his lips.
He opened his lips and his tongue met hers, dueling in her mouth and then in his.
The scents from the Dunne Garden Roses filled her senses along with the scent of Crois’ skin.
“Saint.”
She said the word, but it was swallowed up in someone’s mouth.
Whose?
She had no idea.
But he backed away, breathing as heavily as she was, looking down at her.
His eyes were sparkling in the darkness, and she felt a real sense of achievement.
He looked like that because of her.
