“So you had a good time?” he asked softly and she nodded again fervently and he went on. “Did you like the clothes?”
This time her eyes grew wide and her nodding became fanatical.
“Especially this.” Her head tipped down so quickly it nearly collided with his nose and he had to jerk his head back. Then she pointed to the camisole. When she was done, her head snapped back up, her hand went directly back to his shirt, this time slapping flat against his pectoral and she kept speaking. “I love this! It’s perfect for me. And the black dress. The black dress is divine. Everyone thinks so!”
“I’m glad you liked them, pet,” he murmured on a smile.
“Oh, I do. With your and my stuff, the dressing room is going to be almost full,” she declared as if this was a feat akin to climbing Mount Everest. Then her face fell before she informed him, “You forgot shoes.”
His hand twisted, capturing a fistful of hair and he told her, “Those are arriving tomorrow.”
Her body jerked as she threw both arms straight up in the air and shouted, “Yay!”
With such an enchanting opportunity exposed to him, he released her hair and both of his hands curled around her waist and drifted up the silk at her sides. He did this as he chuckled.
He felt a tremor slide through her, her hands settled on his shoulders and she declared, “I like that too.”
His eyes moved from her torso to her face, “You like what?”
“When you chuckle. It’s all rumbly. I especially like it now when I can feel it.”
A wave of desire tore through him so strong if he’d been standing he’d have gone down to a knee. His fingers tightened reflexively against her ribs and he had to concentrate so as not to snap them.
She began fiddling with the buttons of his shirt again and he realized she was releasing them.
“Leah,” he called, attempting focus and finding, just as at her Bloodletting which had been the first time in his very long life, the effort was difficult.
She was biting the side of her lip in concentration, her eyes on her task before she asked, “What?”
“What are you doing?”
Her head came up and she answered, “Taking off your shirt.”
“Why?”
She grinned playfully. “I like your chest. It’s way better than your chuckle.”
After imparting this information on him, she wriggled her bottom in his lap.
As much as he was enjoying her, he was done.
He had her on her back in an instant, his torso covering hers, her legs still wrapped around his waist so his crotch was seated against the heat of her. His mouth at her throat, he slid his tongue along the length of her jugular, preparing her.
He did this carefully, savoring the taste of her but keeping a rigid hold on his control.
“It freaks me out when you do that,” she whispered and his head came up.
His hand slid down her side, around, over her ass, pulling her up as he pressed his groin to hers.
“Do what?” he asked.
“Move so fast.”
His mouth went to hers as he ground their h*ps together. When he did, without hesitation she reciprocated the movement and the effect was staggering.
“You’ll get used to it.” His voice betrayed his heightening arousal.
She opened her mouth but didn’t get a chance to speak because he kissed her.