While his lips worked their magic kiss, her mind whirled, trying to replay his words in her head. Had he really just said they would be getting married? Was he serious? What on earth was he….. she stopped thinking when his fingers finally touched her nipple. Her body arched and she threw herself into the kiss, uncaring at that moment if they were to be married or thrown off a bridge. She needed his touch more than breathing. “How soon can we be married?” he asked, his fingers slipping inside her dress just as they had hours ago in his bathroom. “I don’t care!” she cried out and her hands reached up to pull his head down to her mouth, her body writhing in pleasure so intense it was almost painful. “Please don’t stop,” she begged and was grateful when he maneuvered them so he was leaning over her on the sofa. It gave her better access to his incredible body and she made quick use of that position to push his dinner jacket off his shoulders. “You’re so beautiful,” he groaned when his fingers had pulled the zipper down on her dress and his hands were able to peel the fabric away, revealing her breast and nipple for the first time to his seeking eyes.
