The Kiss

happy they wouldn’t have to stay away from bed for longer than necessary, or upset he hadn’t asked her if she wanted to eat in.
    He grinned. “We can go out. After .”
    She bet he didn’t mean after they ate.
    Yup, she was happy.
    She took the bags from him and all but threw them and her purse on Krista’s bed, which was closer to the door, before jumping in his arms.
    God, she loved his lips. Whenever he’d start kissing her, she’d forget everything else—even forget to take things further, sometimes, enjoying how he brushed his lower lip over hers, ran his upper one along the seam of her mouth. And his breath… It was weird that she, anti-smoker to the bone, loved smelling the scent of cigarettes on him, loved tasting it when he slipped his tongue inside her mouth.
    She loved his hands, too. Loved how big the palms were, how long the fingers. It made it all the better when he kneaded her buttocks, like he was doing now, and lifted her to carry her to the nearest available surface or pin her to the wall. And boy, could he pin her. He could hold both her wrists in one hand or hold her thighs in place around his hips.
    He stepped closer to her bed, kissing her neck.
    “I thought we were eating.” Her protest was nowhere near sincere.
    She loved his legs. Lean and muscular, with just a sprinkle of golden hairs she loved rubbing her foot over as she came down from ecstasy.
    Suddenly she needed to see those legs. And his feet. And the magnificent curve of his ass, that she always bit when she got out of bed first.
    He placed her on the bed and lay next to her. With one more kiss, she ran her fingers down his sternum and hooked her index and middle finger in his waistband. “Are we? Eating?”
    He bit his lower lip almost bashfully, and she couldn’t believe she’d forgotten how much she loved his teeth. Especially the right canine, which was a bit quirky. It made his smile unique. She smiled back.
    “I’m hungry for you,” he said. He tried to climb down her body, but she stopped him.
    “Take your shirt off.” She wanted to see his breastbone. Lick it, maybe. And his pecs. And his abs. “Actually…” She couldn’t wait. She rolled him on his back and tugged the hem of his shirt out of his pants. She had to have him naked under her. Now!
    “What about the food?” He sat up, so she could peel the Tee off his shoulders. “It’ll go cold.” His hand sneaked under her short dress and cupped her bum to pull her closer.
    “Chinese can be eaten cold.” She flattened her palm to his sternum and straddled him. “You ruined my appetite for food now.”
    Licking breastbone: Check.
    He moaned and grabbed her hips. Pressed her against his erection. “Good.” A finger found the right strap of her dress and lowered it, so he could kiss his way from her neck to her shoulder.
    Eliza trailed her fingernails down his front, gaining herself another moan. She loved to hear him moan. Loved the bunching of his abs, the little goose bumps that broke on his silken skin under her touch. She did it again.
    His hips bucked under her, and he pulled down her other strap, freeing her breasts. She loved how his eyes glazed over every time he saw them, how he seemed unable to resist the view of her nipples. He pulled her down to close his lips around one of them, ghosting his fingers on the underside of her breast. The next moan was hers.
    She gyrated her hips, rubbing against his length. His hands flew to her thighs and under her dress. “You’re not wearing any panties!”
    She loved the delighted shock on his face. “Nope.”
    He found her clit with his thumb. “God, you’re wet.”
    “From the moment you walked in.” She pulled away from his touch and moved down the length of his body.
    “Where are you going?”
    Instead of answering, she undid his belt. Then his fly. He tried to sit up and help, but she shook her head and went on to take off his shoes. Once his feet were naked, she tugged on his trousers, and he assisted by lifting his ass off the mattress.
    Eliza wasn’t the only one going commando.
    Her tongue was about to loll, so she ordered it to wet her lower lip instead. She always had that reaction to his cock. Sometimes there was a little drooling involved, too. She loved looking at his shaft, wrapping her fingers around his length, stroking it, tasting it, having it inside her.
    She couldn’t decide which of those things to do now.
    He helped her make up her mind.
    He wrapped his long fingers