Wherever you go, go with all your heart. -Confucius
I'm scooped up in his arms and carried to his bedroom.
Once inside, he kicks the door shut. At the side of the bed, he sets me down on the tips of my toes then unbuttons my blouse before moving on to the front clasp of my bra.
His hands work their way under the straps, easing them over my shoulders. They glide down my arms, cascading to the floor. He drops to his knees, sliding my shorts and panties down my hips. Wrapping a hand around my waist, he pulls me forward, kissing my hip.
"Mmm, I like this freckle." His lips move across my stomach. "And this one, and this one . . ."
A giggle escapes my lips.
"Are you ticklish?"
"I think that's quite evident," I say, laughing.
He pulls the covers back and motions for me to lie down. "God
