Poles Apart, Page 29

  I burst out laughing and shook my head at how silly he could be sometimes. “Like a tramp stamp?” I joked. He nodded, leaning half over me and blanketing my body with his. My hand trailed up, tangling into the back of his hair. “So, do I have to get a symbol for you tattooed on me now?”

  I giggled as he nodded sternly. “Yeah, you do. A motorbike helmet. I can’t decide if I want it here,” he whispered, touching the inside of my thigh, making my heart thump in my chest because of how close his hands were to my centre. “Or here,” he finished, his hand moving round to grip my bum.

  I laughed and wrapped my arms around his neck, pulling him on top of me fully as my legs wrapped around his waist. It had been way too long since I had his undivided attention. I needed him now, so talking was going to have to take a back seat for an hour or two.

  “No more talking. We have forever to talk, baby. I want to see some action,” I purred suggestively.

  His eyes sparkled with excitement at my words. “Pervert,” he teased breathlessly, brushing my hair from my face.

  “Says the guy who’s pinning the ex-lap dancer to the bed,” I answered smartly, smirking at him.

  He shook his head in disagreement. “No, I’m the guy who’s pinning the love of his life to the bed.”

  His lips pressed against mine again, but this time it wasn’t quite as soft or gentle as before. Instead, it was more of a possessive kiss, as if he was laying down his claim. I submitted to him, melting at his touch. I loved how this one kiss made me feel like I belonged, like I was wanted and needed. That one kiss showed me everything he felt for me. I secretly hoped he kissed me like this for the rest of our lives.