His hands were everywhere, his lips hot and insistent as he kissed her mouth, her neck, behind her ear. He was pulling off her cardigan and sliding it down her shoulders, pausing to hold her arms beside her. “Nothing happened last night,” he said, and his voice sounded hoarse. “With those girls.”“I don’t care,” she said, but her heart felt lighter hearing him say the words.He kissed her again and again, as if he couldn’t get enough of her. His tongue searched hers, slowly tasting, licking, sucking. She felt the kiss in her knees, her breasts, between her legs. “I lied,” she said, pulling his shirt up and over his head. “I do care. I’m glad you weren’t with anyone else. Neither was I. I never wanted to be!” “I know. I figured that out as soon as you hung up on me.” He started unbuttoning her shirtdress, and soon that was being pushed off her body as well. Then she was standing in just her bra and underwear and flats. Laughing, she jumped onto him, wrapping her legs around his strong back.He caught her, kissing her as he walked to the bedroom.
