Page 64 of Death, Interrupted

“Yeah?”

“Yes, please.”

I grinned. “So damn polite.”

I leaned in and kissed her, cradling her face between my palms, and feeling the warmth of her skin against my fingertips. The kiss deepened, turning passionate as our tongues moved slow with each other.

When I pulled back enough to look into her eyes, I whispered, “I’m going to take you to the bedroom.”

“Okay.”

“Hold on to me.”

She wrapped her arms and legs around me, and I lifted her off the counter to carry her over to my bedroom.

I set her down on the bed slowly, easing her onto her back until she sank into the mattress. She looked up at me, eyes wide with desire that made my chest tighten. I stayed at the edge of the bed, taking her in, wanting to memorize the sight of her like this.

She looked so at ease, so trusting, and I didn’t want to interrupt this moment. Not for another while.

“Have I told you how beautiful you are?” I asked quietly.

Her smile turned shy. “Quite a few times, yes.”

“Good,” I said. “Because I need you to remember it in case I ever forget to tell you.”

Her blush deepened. She bit her lip and looked at me like she wasn’t sure what to do with the way I was looking at her, and I figured it was because she was half-naked, and I was still fully dressed.

“I’ll take off my clothes now,” I told her, waiting for her response.

“Okay.”

“Okay.” I smirked and reached for the drawstring of my sweatpants, loosening it while keeping my gaze on her face.

Her gaze dropped to my crotch and she didn’t look away. My pulse thudded in my throat as I pushed mypants down my hips, followed by my boxers. She exhaled, eyes following my every move.

My sweater was next, and once I stood there in all my glory, I reached down to wrap my hand around my base.

“You’re beautiful.” Her words surprised me.

I had never been called beautiful. Handsome, hot, and sexy…sure. But never beautiful. And it was better than any compliment I had ever gotten. Simply because it came from her.

I smiled at her and continued to rub my shaft slowly to ease the throbbing. “Can I come to you?”

She nodded to give me permission, and as I got onto the bed, she continued to watch me closely with her eyes back on my cock. I placed my hands on her knees and positioned myself between her legs, then ran my hands down her thighs until they reached the hem of her sweater. “Can I take this off?”

“Yes.”

She sat up and lifted her arms over her head, and I took her sweater off, throwing it on the bed next to me. She wasn’t wearing a bra, and I couldn’t help but looking at her tits as she lay back down.

“Goddamn,” I murmured.

“What?”

“You’re just…” I let out a laugh and shook my head. “You’re like a book that just gets better and better and doesn’t have some stupid dark twist but just a perfect happy ending.”

She curled her nose at that comparison, then laughed softly. “Thanks?”

“Yeah, it’s a compliment,” I assured her with a chuckle. “Maybe a bad one, but you’re just so…damn perfect.”