Holly scooped a bite of chocolate cake off the plate in front of her and sighed. “I love this cake. I love this room.”
He took her plate and set it on the nightstand, and then pulled her beneath him. “I love that it’s our room now. So how much notice do I have to give you ‘to plan for a proposal’?”
Holly smiled, feeling the hard proof of his arousal settle between her legs. “I’m quickly learning to enjoy your spontaneity. Go with what feels right.”
“You feel right to me,” he said, brushing his lips over hers and then sliding inside her, burying himself deep within the recesses of her body.
She sighed with pleasure and wrapped her arms around his neck. Right had never felt so good.THE END