We continued working, laughing as we layered the lasagna. Finally, it was in the oven.
I breathed out, unable to take it anymore.
She turned, a smile on her pretty face, and I took her hand and pulled her against me.
“Dance with me, Red,” I murmured.
She stared up at me as we slow-danced around the kitchen. We always had music playing, but now it was just silence, us staring at one another.
I twirled her gently, her back against my front. We swayed together for a moment, my lips at her ear. I could see the goosebumps along her skin. She smelled like heaven to me. I inhaled gently, my eyes closed as we rocked.
I could do this.
I could fucking do this.
I spun her around gently again and stared down at her. Her big green eyes peered up at me through long, thick lashes.
Fuck it. I’d never know until I tried.
Fuck, please let her feel the same.
I closed the space between us and brushed my lips against hers.
She didn’t pull away from me, but she didn’t kiss me back either. Instead, she crinkled her brows as I shifted away to assess the situation.
“Ry?” Her voice was soft.
“Red,” I answered back thickly.
“Did you… kiss me?”
“Not memorable enough to know?” I chuckled softly. “Then maybe I should do it again.” I threw caution to the wind and claimed her lips once more, this time making my intentions known.
She didn’t kiss me back for a moment, and my heart fell. I thought I had my answer, but then…
Her lips parted, and her tongue slid against mine.
I groaned softly, deepening the kiss.
I’d kissed her many years ago in a restaurant after the horsemen left her. It wasn’t anything like this, though.
That had been amazing.
This?
This was out of this world.
The kiss quickly turned heated, and I lifted her easily and placed her on the counter, our lips still fused to one another’s. I tangled my fingers in her hair, desperate for more of her.
Her hands rested on my chest, and then her fingers were in my hair.
I groaned softly again as she tugged me closer, her tongue still dancing with mine.
I ran my hands up her bare thighs and beneath her skirt. I wasn’t sure if she’d let me, but since I was just throwing caution to the wind, I went for it.
I gripped her hips tightly beneath her skirt and tugged her close to me so she could feel how hard she had my cock. She let out a soft gasp against my lips as I pressed against her pussy with my dick.
I wasn’t even sure how far to push her, but we were here, and I wanted what I wanted, so I moved her panties aside and brushed my fingers against her drenched pussy.
