Damien
The moment I managed to pull air back into my lungs, I walked to where she stood. I couldn't resist the urge anymore. I needed to get a taste of her before we headed out, and I'm talking FULL TASTE. I placed a hand on her waist, leaned in, and kissed her deeply.
She leaned into my arms and kissed me back with even need. God, I couldn't get enough of this woman, no matter how many times I kissed her, I'll always want more.
She kissed me back just as deeply, her fingers sliding up to my shoulders. The taste of her, the warmth of her mouth, the way her body pressed into mine—if she asked for the world right now, I'd give it to her and more.
But then she pulled back.
"Careful now," she whispered. "I'm already dressed. That means we're going out for dinner. So you better do something about the big guy."
I looked down at myself, and then at her. She smirked a little, and I couldn't help the laugh that slipped out of my chest.
