Page 86 of Thirsty Bodyguard Summer
His mouth covered mine.
I opened for him, and he backed me against the kitchen counter while his hands moved over the emerald wrap dress, tracing my waist before settling at my hips.
“Tell me this is ours,” he said.
“It’s ours.”
His mouth moved along my jaw. “Tell me you’re moving in.”
“I’m moving in.”
“Tell me the barre won’t live in the bedroom.”
“It depends on your behavior.”
He laughed against my neck.
I untied the dress at my waist.
Shane drew back enough to watch the green fabric loosen and fall open over my breasts and thighs. I wore nothing beneath it except a narrow pair of black panties.
His mouth parted.
“You wore that under the dress?”
“You bought a home without consulting my lingerie.”
“I made a terrible mistake.”
I pushed the dress from my shoulders. It pooled around my sandals.
Shane closed his hands around my bare waist. He lifted me onto the counter, then stopped between my thighs.
“Do you want to stay here?”
“Yes.”
He cupped my breasts, brushing both thumbs across my nipples until they tightened.
I opened his shirt and pushed it from his shoulders. The gold chain lay against his tan chest.
“This counter is going to see things,” he said.
“It can adjust.”
“I love living with you already.”
I hooked my fingers into his waistband and pulled him closer. His cock pressed hard against the front of his trousers.
Shane slid one hand between my thighs.
His fingertips moved over the damp fabric of my panties, and my breath caught.
“You’re wet.”
“You took too long showing me the closet.”
“I was trying to be romantic.”
