Without waiting for her, I leaned in again and captured her lips, parting them with mine and pushing my tongue into her mouth. I rolled my tongue over hers, ran it along her cheeks, and battled her for dominance. I tasted her completely.
She moaned against my lips and pushed off the door, wrapping her arms around my neck and holding herself against me.
We kissed until we needed a break for air. Sighing, I pressed my forehead into the crook of her neck. I tightened my arms around her, pressing my palms to her back. Inhaling, I took in her scent.
I could smell my scent on her now, too. All over her and in her. It was a sign that she was pregnant with my child. It was so early, the scent was faint, barely noticeable.
I wrapped my arms around her as much as possible and smothered her against me, trying to make her a part of me. I never wanted her to leave my embrace or to leave my side.
She sighed slightly and I loosened my arms. I had to be gentle with her now, for the baby.