บท 110: No More Waiting

Dane

He walked her into the bedroom, his breath heavy between kisses. "Lila," he whispered against her lips as he opened the bedroom door.

"What?" she gasped, kissing her way down the column of his neck. 

The problem was, he couldn't remember what he'd been about to say. "Hold on," he said again and she smiled into the kiss and locked her arms around his neck and tightened the grip of her legs—that brought them tighter together where she was softest. Dane groaned and gripped her ass with one hand as he bent over the bed, bracing the other on the bed, so she hung off of him, like the bars of a playground jungle. She let her head drop back with a small laugh and he took the opportunity to kiss his way down her throat, letting his teeth slide against her skin. 

"I need to do this right," he rasped against her skin. "I haven't even shaved."