Her hands rubbed over my back, and I found the desire returning in a rush up my spine. I took her face in my hands, cradling it gently, and brought my head down to kiss her.
Time was nonexistent as our lips melded to each other, moving together, retreating and returning. Her tongue slipped into my mouth and I moaned, my grip on her tightening. Her hands slipped down, and she grabbed my ass to pull me harder against her body. I could feel the heat radiating from her body to mine, especially at her core. I needed to claim her, I needed to make her mine, or the monster deep inside me would snap.
“Bella,” I gritted out against her mouth. “Which bedroom is yours?”
She broke away from my mouth, her lips swollen, her eyes shining, and her hair disheveled. My desire rose further. Taking my hand in hers, she turned and led me out of the living room. I followed her into her room, remembering the instructions I gave the decorator about light and airy and natural. It suited her very well, but those thoughts were secondary to what I wanted in that moment.
“Bella,” I said her name again, my voice guttural.