Her upper body reared into his.
God, he loved how responsive she was.
“Wh… what?” she stammered, very breathy this time.
He was enjoying this.
He braced her weight with his body and his other hand undid the belt of her jeans. Then he undid the button. Then he slid down the zip.
All the while he did this, he reminded her, “You said it’s confusing. I’d like to know what’s confusing.”
His hand left her breast but went under her shirt.
“Um…” she replied, hesitated then her head fell back to his shoulder as his fingers pulled her bra down and he found her nipple again at the same time the fingers of his other hand found her wetness.
So wet.
So responsive.
Yes, he loved that about her.
“Baby?” he prompted her again for her answer.
Her h*ps ground down on his hand.
He smiled against her ear again.
“The children,” she whispered.
“If they wake, I’ll hear them.”
“You’re sure?”
“Relax,” he coaxed.
The fingers of his hands moved.
She relaxed.
Completely.
Except her h*ps moved against his hand.
“Pren,” she breathed, her neck and torso twisting toward him.
She wanted his mouth.
“Elle, baby, I’ll no’ kiss you.”
Her hand encouragingly cupped his at her breast over the fabric of her t-shirt as her h*ps rocked against his fingers.
“I want you to kiss me,” she whispered between breaths coming fast.
He liked that she wanted that.
And he’d give her what she wanted.
Just later.