"Perhaps your body knows better than your mind."
"Possibly."
"Let us find out."
Her lips part.
"Kiss me, cara," I murmur. "This time, you kiss me first."
Her eyes lock on mine.
And then her hands are in my hair, her mouth is on mine, and she is kissing me.
Hard.
Desperate.
Like a woman who has been starving for days and finally has her lips on something delicious.
A sound rumbles in my chest.
This.
This is what I have been waiting for.
For her to give herself to me completely.
I pull her closer, deepening the kiss, stroking her faster. Her nails scrape against my scalp. Her hips move with my hand.
When she is wet and whimpering, and her thighs are trembling, I break the kiss.
"Enough."
Her eyes open slowly.
"Take off my clothes."
She stares at me.
"You heard me."
The green in her eyes is barely visible now, swallowed up by black.
She pulls back.
I expect her hands to be unsteady, but they are not. She works efficiently, pulling my tie loose and sliding it off. Undoing my shirt buttons, then the cuffs. Pulling the shirt from my pants and over my shoulders.
I help her, but only to take my hand out of her panties long enough for her to pull my shirt off and toss it aside.
Then I cup her breast through the lace.
Her mouth opens, but no sound comes out.
She slides her hands down my chest, and I feel every millimeter.
My pulse kicks up.
It is hard not to lose control.
