“So damn pretty. Like a sunset.” His mouth nuzzled between her breasts while her hands kneaded his pecs inside the shirt. “Have to tell you somethin first.”
“Shut up, already.” Laughing, she worked his belt loose. “You wanta tell me something? Tell me you want me as much as I want you.” But don’t move your mouth from there while you talk.
“I do, but—”
“No buts, let’s just do this thing, Cleve. Jesus, help me pull this shirt off.”
With his help, her tank flew to a corner of the kitchen. His hands nudged hers away from her bra clasp.
“You better not take off again. It’s not gentlemanly to leave a damsel in distress,” she murmured to his salty neck as he carried her to her room. “Damn, you taste good.”
“Kiersten. Please. I really need to tell you something.”
“Tell me anything, just please don’t tell me no.” To make sure he didn’t, she slid her hands in the front of his pants till he sucked in his breath. “Tell me after we’re done. Thirty-two months, help me out here.”
“Okay darlin, you win.”
Ah, it was good to get her way.