“Do you know how many nights I have laid next to you in this bed imagining just this?”
My eyes close and I grip his muscular shoulders just that bit tighter as our kiss intensifies.
“I shouldn’t be doing this,” he whispers again as if internally battling the decision.
“Yes, you should.” I breathe. “I want this. I want you like this.”
We kiss and I pry my eyes open to see his are firmly shut as he kisses me. He’s right here with me.
“Take my dress off.”
His eyes darken as he turns me away from him and slowly slides my dress down. He steps back and smiles as he looks me up and down.
His smile is contagious. “What are you smiling at?” I ask.
“You.”
“What about me?”
“You have absolutely no idea how fucking gorgeous you are.” He runs the back of his fingers down over my breasts as his eyes follow his fingers. “It’s like you were made from my favorite things catalogue… Just for me,” he whispers in wonder.
I smile and raise an eyebrow in question.
“I like dark hair. You have dark hair.” He touches my hair on top of my head. “I love brown eyes.” He bends and kisses me gently on the eyelids. “I like natural, full tits, and these are the best I’ve ever seen.” He bends and kisses each of my breasts in reverence.
My heart swells.
“I like curves.” He runs his hand down to my hips. “These hips are fucking kicking.”
I smile and kiss him gently. For a cold-hearted criminal this man knows exactly what to say.
He slides his hand in between my legs and rubs his fingertips through my flesh. “I didn’t know how much I wanted my woman tight.”
My eyes hold his. His woman.
“Until I met you, I didn’t even know I liked these things.”
“And now?” I whisper.
“I want to inhale them. I want to drown in your body and forget every bad thing that has ever happened.”
My breath catches. “How can I make you forget all the bad?” I whisper as I take his lips in mine.
“You have this gift.” Our tongues slide against each other.
“A gift?” I ask.
“Of making me forget where I am…Who I am.”
Oh, that is the most perfect thing anyone has ever said to me. Our kiss turns desperate and I grab the back of his head. “You need to make love to me. Please,” I beg.
He smirks sadly into my lips and his hands fall to my behind. “You will be sadly disappointed.”
I frown.
“I don’t make love.”
“Why not?”