Kismet.
Fire.
Heat.
Energy swept around us in a blinding dance that I wouldn’t be able to tell where I ended, and she began.
Her lips were soft. Sensual. Taking as much from me as I took from her.
And I knew... I knew I was done for.
As if I didn’t already know that.
I teased her lips with my tongue, seeking entry, and thankfully, she didn’t make me wait long. Because as soon as they started to open, my tongue slid inside, and I groaned.
I pulled her even tighter into my body, craving her touch, needing all of her.
She moaned into my mouth, and I twisted my tongue around hers.
Nipping.
Teasing.
Sucking.
Hands roaming.
Areas being discovered.
And when I knew we both needed air, I pulled back and rested my chin on the top of her head.
Both of us were breathing heavily.
Then I heard the sweetest words I’ve ever heard, “You're mine.”
I lifted my chin off her head, placed my thumb underneath her chin, and applied slight pressure until she gave me her eyes.
Then and only then did I ask, “In every way?”
She nodded.
I winked, “Good baby girl. Been yours since I saw you in that dress. Just been waiting for you to catch up.”
Then her eyes seemed to brighten, and I knew that she was about to cry.
I stood there and waited.
She didn’t disappoint.
I bent my head and kissed the tears from her face.
She gasped.
I chuckled.
“Seems like we have one thing left to do,” she said as she smiled.
I nodded, “Yep. Do you want to go to Vegas or a Justice of the Peace?”
