I grinned wickedly. “How about this? I carry you out of this bathroom and put you on the kitchen counter.”
“Uh huh?”
“Then, I pull up a chair and spread these delectable legs of yours.”
She sighed. “Yeah?”
“And then, I put my tongue right--”
“Shut up and kiss me.”
I smiled as I nuzzled my nose against hers. But when she leaned in for a kiss, I slowly backed up. She let out the most decadent whimper I’d ever heard, and it took all I had within me to not fill her right then and there. I steeled my resolve enough to gather her into my arms and stood up into the tub, balancing myself as I stepped over the edge. I walked us through the bathroom, the bedroom, down the hallway and into the kitchen.
And after setting her on the kitchen counter, I did exactly as I said I would.
I pulled up a chair and sat down between her legs.
“Clint, I--”
My lips fell to her ankle. “I love you so much.”
She gasped. “I love you, too.”
I kissed up her calf. “Every inch of you.”
“Oh.”
“Every cell of your body.”
She groaned. “Fuck.”
I sucked on the dollop of excess her upper thigh provided as she leaned back.
“I love you with everything I am, Raelynn.”
Her hand fisted my hair. “I love you too, Clinton. So fucking much.”
As my tongue touched down against her slit, I vowed to always show her. To always prove to her. To always remind her of just how much I adored her. She was my savior. My guiding light. My inspiration, and my safe place to fall. I’d never stop loving her. I’d never stop needing her. I’d never stop enjoying her.
“Clint, yes!”
I growled. “There it is.”
And I sure as hell would never get tired of hearing her yell my name.