Page 138 of Smokey's Distraction
Smokey stood and helped her up. She picked up the platter and walked across the patio and into the kitchen. Carrying the empty glasses, Smokey followed behind. He placed them in the dishwasher, then put his arm around her waist and snagged her to him.
“Let’s start with dessert,” he said as he nuzzled her neck, licking her favorite spot right under her ear.
Smiling, she took his hand and led him into their bedroom. Once there, Smokey scooped her up in his arms and placed her on the bed. With his lips on hers, he slowly peeled off her clothes. He pulled back and sucked in a sharp breath as his gaze traveled over her.
“So fuckin’ beautiful,” he rasped.
Locking his intense gaze on hers, he quickly undressed, then hovered over her. She tugged him closer to her and kissed him, parting her lips to allow his tongue in. And he kissed back. Wet. Deep. Hard.
“You’re my everything,” he said hoarsely.
“I’m so in love with you,” she said breathlessly.
She slid her hands over his sculpted pecs, loving the way they felt under her fingertips. She’d never get tired of the feel, the scent, the taste of his body.
Then he trailed his lips down her throat and kissed and licked her body as he teasingly worked his way down to the ache between her legs. She buried her fingers in his hair and closed her eyes, reveling in the sensations sparking through her.
In Smokey she’d found a part of her she didn’t even know existed. She trusted him with her forever, and she knew he wouldn’t let her down.
They would face the world together, and no matter what happened, they would make it through. That was the power of their love.
