Now it was really difficult not to reach out with fingers, with lips, with tongue, and touch you. But I could see by your impish grin you were daring me…and it was a dare I was so willing to take. I was burning up. My face, my ears, and my chest all felt flushed, as if the blood just beneath the skin was beginning to percolate. I dug my fingers into the brushed cotton fabric of the couch beneath me.
“Beautiful,” I whispered, staring up at you. “Do you realize how beautiful you are? And how you are exactly what I would order up if someone asked me to describe my perfect man?”
“Shhh. Right now, this isn’t about talking.” You bent over and kissed me again, so hard and wet, I feared I would go to work on Monday with bruises around my lips. I didn’t care. I hungrily took your tongue, your mou
