“Lexi, you stripped off your pants. I’d say that means you made the first move.”
“What? No, I think you ripped off your gray sweats first.”
Oh, the woman lied through her teeth.
“No, you stripped first.”
She shook her head. “No, you said I might as well be naked. So, I got naked.”
That made me laugh. I kissed her parted lips. “I did say that.”
We kissed for a while—the whole time, I remained poised at her entrance.
She felt so good.
It had been forever since I’d been able to kiss her like this.
I let my lips kiss down her jawline to her neck.
She loved when I kissed her neck.
I knew just the right places that got her worked up.
I let my tongue lick the small indent at the base of her neck.
Her resulting sexy moan nearly made me come.
I watched her writhe, and turn her head from side to side as I licked and kissed her sensitive skin.
When I headed south, her hands touched my head.
I used my tongue to tease her nipple, making it even harder than before.
She squirmed when I sucked it into my mouth, letting my tongue trace the hard nub.
Christ.
From the noises she was making, it sounded like she was close.
And I hadn’t even stuck my cock inside her.
Yet.
“Trey,” her soft voice called to me as I swirled around her perfect nipple.
I let go of her and kissed my way back up to her lips.
“I have to tell you something.”
Her eyes found mine. “What?” she asked, a hint of worry in her tone.
I gazed down at the bed, then back to her. “I don’t want a divorce. Or an annulment.”
Her eyes scanned my face erratically like she was looking for something.
“You don’t?”
I shook my head. “No.” Then I asked her a question I wasn’t sure I wanted the answer to, “Do you?”