Sweat gathered on her forehead. Her face flushed with warm shades of love. Her chest moved rapidly, up and down, in and out over and over again while she panted for air. She watched Dimitrius’ lips quirk up in the corner like he was satisfied with his work. What a man. “You are something else Dimitrius Champion.” His bright smile widened. “What are you talking about, woman?” “You had this all planned out, huh?” He lowered his head and took a kiss from her lips. “I wouldn’t say, planned. I like being spontaneous.” “I like that about you,” she said, feeling the weight of his body come down on top of her again. She wrapped her arms around him, her fingers gliding across his sweat-covered back. Dimitrius didn’t say a word in response. He just stared down at the woman he made his wife. “What?” she asked, curious about the smirk on his face. “I can’t stare at my wife if I want to?” he asked. She smiled. “I feel like you’re playing mind games with me.”
