~ RIG ~
Cara was dancing with me.
She had been in the kitchen making breakfast in nothing but a robe. When I turned the music on, she started to move to the music, smiling at me. “I thought you were hungry?” she said, cracking an egg into a bowl.
“I am,” I rumbled, and let her see in my shining eyes and smile what kind of hunger I wanted to sate.
She laughed and tossed her hair, putting the food aside and coming to join me in the living room. Her hips swayed as she danced towards me. I opened my arms, reaching for her hands as she drew closer, turning her and holding her to me so we could sway together, our hands clasped at her waist.
I raised one of mine though, tugging at the neckline of her robe, pulling it wide so I could look down over her shoulder into the valley between her breasts.
She arched back into me, raising her hands to claw them through my hair, making the robe gape further. “Touch me,” she breathed. “Touch me while you dance with me.”