I giggled into Wes’s neck as I straddled him on the couch in a manner reminiscent of our first encounter. “For old times’ sake.”
His body vibrated beneath me, although I couldn’t hear his laughter over the music. Something classical, although I’d never be able to name the composer, let alone the orchestra or the name of the symphony or sonata (or whatever it was called). It was calming, but had a good rhythm for a sensual make-out session.
His hands framed my face and brought me up for a short kiss. “Guess we’ll be limited to the bedroom for a few months after this,” he said.
“Mmm-hmm.” That wouldn’t be a big deal. Tonight was an exception, but we usually kept our “play” to the bedroom anyway. Being overheard would be a bigger concern. “That little MP3 speaker you have in your room? We
