“I’m sorry.” She stroked his palm with her thumb, not expecting the reaction it produced. He used their joined hands to pull her closer so that she now rested on him from the waist up. Then he threaded his fingers through her long hair and pushed it behind her shoulders. Slightly longer than Cathy’s, it drew his attention. He leaned in and sniffed the strands he’d gathered.
“Hmm, sunshine and flowers—it smells nice.”
Anne heard the words, but having his large hands anywhere on her body had created such an effect that she couldn’t speak.
After he’d petted her hair, he moved to her face and then cradled her head, holding it in place for his lips to follow. They grazed her cheeks. Then he kissed one eye and slowly moved to the other.
Steeling herself for his final attack on her mouth almost had her whimpering in need. Hurry! Please!!
As if he heard her inner pleading, he licked at her upper lip and then, teasingly, sucked it into his mouth. Finally, he released it and waited, not moving. The tension revved so high that the only thought she had in her mind was please, please— oh please.