She looks up at me. Her expression softens. Again, she rises to her tiptoes. This time, her hands go to my hips.
Her eyes flutter closed.
Her lips brush against mine.
It starts soft.
Then she's kissing me harder.
Deeper.
I drop the cup on the counter and I slide my arms around her waist.
This is our first real kiss since our wedding night.
Fuck, she tastes good.
I hold her body against mine.
She digs her fingers into my skin.
Her tongue slides around mine.
I've kissed a lot. But this is different. I can feel her affection pouring into me. I can feel our connection. And not just in my cock.
She pulls back with a needy sigh. She's still looking up at me, her eyes full of something I can't quite place.
She reaches for her tea and downs the rest of it.
Fuck, I'm actually speechless.
I clear my throat. "You tried something new."
She nods.
"Did you like it?"
"I didn't hate it."
"You fucking liked it."
"Okay." She sets her mug on the counter. "I did like it."
"We have all day. We can try all sorts of shit."
"I'm not sure I want to spend the entire day trying new things. Sounds exhausting."
"All right." I have a better idea. "
You've never been to L.A. right?"
She shakes her head.
"You want to see the city, the beach, or the mountains?"
"This does not count as a city."
"Manhattan snob."