Kapitel 92: Chapter 92: Predator, Part 12

Striding to the bedroom door, I elbow down the handle, kicking the door wide as I carry her to the bed.

And there I lay her on the comforter, still wearing my shirt, her combs working loose to release her hair into a wild red tumble.

"Larry..."

"Shhh... My turn first." I lie beside her. "Yours in a while." Nuzzling into her neck, I let my fingers wander south, creeping back under the shirt. "It suits you, you know."

She chuckles; that deep-down low-throated chuckle that is so Mitch. "Glad you approve. Perhaps you'd like to keep a stock of them in my wardrobe."

I hover a moment, turning over the implications of that...

An invitation to move in?

Then, rolling her onto her back. with my hand lightly between her breasts, I press her down. "Stay there. Be comfortable." She sighs, relaxing back, but all the while, her eyes follow me.