Chapter 72 Bitter Humor

• I can barely utter the word “Yes” before his mouth is on mine, crushing me in a frenzied kiss that steals my breath and the beats of my heart. I revel in it, grabbing his wavy hair as his tongue dances with mine in a desperate way I had not experienced before with him. After the rollercoaster of emotions I experienced since waking up on his rug last night, I am probably just as desperate. I barely realize that we are moving, and then, suddenly, we are in front of the dining table. He releases my legs, pulls down my stockings, and panties.
• “Don’t rip them,” I warn him. “They’re my last pair.”
• “Damn. I have no patience for these damn things.”